Thou are the art,
that demiurge made,
withdrawing the serene colors,
from the universe core,
he created you.
Those embossments of thy remembrance
Why didst they conspire to be my reverie?
For no reason thy time trickled my trance
Why didst those flowers aromatize thee…?
Why people make noise, why they clatter,
All day and night, they cannot do better.
Fighting on nonsense, why they blabber,
All day and night, doing no job faber.
In the night sky, shines moon twinkle the stars,
Darkness exalts, heaven moves swaying czars.
Sky relishes caliginosity, eclipse shrouds aether,
Celestial shimmer in, crepuscular seared seether.
I spent my life, in regrets of past,
Never thought one day, it had to last.
I asked her to talk to me as I,
was bored travelling on a road very pry.
She replied and told, in a tone very dry,
Enjoy with whoever you’re presently.
People are selfish, yes they are,
They use you and leave, then go far.
People are cruel, people are clever,
They use you and break, then appear never.
A poem for school life, dedicated to my teachers and friends.
With each passing day,
I’m proceeding on my way,
For the future, career and gay.
But the eerie silence,
denoting the loss – the loss.
My lost childhood, in my school,
in that playground, there.