I know you hear me, but you answer not. I beg and scream: ‘Please, look into my eyes! ‘. Yet, silently, you scratch unopened skies. I wish I’d know your every hidden thought. I try to hug you, but you pull away, you clap your hands and rocking back and forth, you feel your body as a magic cloth, and I am crying like a wandered stray. Your lakes are staring as if truly blind. Your trees, confused, fight hard to stay unshaken. Your land holds secrets of a great mind. Your soul remembers fear to be forsaken.
You are my country and I love you so. Not ever, do not ever let me go.
I am a citizen of this wonderful world. I live in the language of every country, in the poetry of every language. I was born once with the word. I dream your dreams, I think your thoughts, I feel your fear, pain, joy, sorrow, doubt, serenity. I exist because you create me. Keep me alive in your poems and we shall live happily ever after.Maria Magdalena Biela
Too many die every moment around us. Not wounded fatally though, but maimed and left to lurch and die. Too many ‘uv us’re paralysed enough to act. Hamletian syndrome. Too many tongues burnt on pyres fuelling a feudal society. Too
I wish I could escape to that promised land Far away from this moribund moonscape & this callous concert grand. Where life is sweet like cherry wine & rivers wash away all the grime Where green meadows sway & swing
Well and was this another seal broken As the Pacific Ocean came crashing Down over the red rising sun… You stumble around on shaking Grounds…so much disaster and Destruction, you wonder what else Is to come as the night sets
I didn’t mean it. I didn’t know that doing that was bad. I just wanted to know what would happen. But now everyone’s saying I’ve been naughty. I think Miss Berry’s going to tell me off. She’s going to call