OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS
....l'poeme du Michelle
He wounded himself again and again.
He live his life in disorder to the rules of the nature.
He hide his real himselaf in Garden of Joy,
which took place in 17 years from his life.
And then suddenly he frozed everything,
with the wind of his soul.
He simplyfie the world, the people,
the animmals, the trees and everything
that his eye could ever see.
The brightness turn into darkness, rivers stop flowing,
birds stop singing!
He start to live in his own vacuum, which doesn't
depend on the laws of the nature,
but were paricular from case to case and changeing from
constants to constants.
I said: You must live your life here,
with this people and rules!
We don't need another hero!
Think cosmicaly, physicaly, mathematicaly, logicaly.
Try to find the true meaning of your excistence in our Universe,
and then one day, you shall stand,
beyond the Golden Gates,
and we'll give you the key for your effort.
All you need is Sun, but you're hiding from it's light
in your nilness and emptyness.
Be sure, that one bright and sunny day,
you'll appear on your knees, begging for revial.
The Sun will find you and catch you, and beware of!
Blindeness! YOU STOOPED "LITTLE" CHILD,
sweet like wild strawbery.
And then your vacuum will blown away,
from the planet Earth and sink into the dust...
--Sanja stefic@hotmail.com
Mephistopheles:
a sinful soul
he would have
but instead in its place
is a barren empty hollow
space.
because he isn't
pure good and sweet
he's made a dark heaven
full of fire and heat
to lend a little anarchy
torture chaos
death and hate,
but its to late.
Lucifers in vain
because the worlds
already got a lot
of pot heroine crack cocaine.*
--Angela ryoung1@d.umn.edu
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