SPIRITS OF THE DEAD by Edgar Allan Poe

 

Thy soul shall find itself alone

‘Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone —

Not one, of all the crowd, to pry

Into thine hour of secrecy:

Be silent in that solitude

Which is not loneliness, for then

The spirits of the dead who stood

In life before thee are again

In death around thee —  and their will

Shall then overshadow thee: be still.

The night — tho’ clear — shall frown,

And the stars shall look not down,

From their high thrones in the Heaven,

With light like Hope to mortals given;

But their red orbs, without beam,

To thy weariness shall seem

As a burning and a fever

Which would cling to thee for ever:

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish —

Now are visions ne’er to vanish —

From thy spirit shall they pass

No more — like dew-drop from the grass:

The breeze — the breath of God — is still,

And the mist upon the hill

Shadowy — shadowy — yet unbroken,

Is a symbol and a token —

How it hangs upon the trees,

A mystery of mysteries!

 

 

COLD.BE.COME

“Come sleep with me,
We won’t make love,
Love will make us.”
-Julio Cortazar

I,
You,
Become-Us.

I have been in love. With you,
Tasted your lips. In dreams,
Had moments. Where,
Heaven is when I am with you,
And has made me wanna reach out, touch.
Love. You. Us.

Fear,
Fear clouds each move I make,
For baby,
I don’t wanna break your heart,
I don’t wanna wreck you apart,
And if you dare,
Step closer to places that. Reek of I,
You will break. Into. Smithereens. Hurt,
And understand,
Why storms are named after people.
Do. Not. Become. Us.

Tug away. Snatch away.
Watch out. When, I kiss you,
For you are a flower. I am a bee,
I will land on the next pretty thing that comes along. I
I. love. You.
I. Wreck. You.
Choose.

The perfect fit. Of I
You. Become,
Should not drive away your attention,
From the deceiver I am. Comparable,
Only to Morning Star. Felony.

Let me be,
Alone. Again. In. The. Cold.

LIFE IS A TRANSACTION

Life is a transaction
You pay dowry for a wife
Then she runs you to your grave
For the little wealth and fortune left
The river gambles its waters to the clouds
Only to rain back helpless

Life is a transaction
And they say nature
Can’t take what you do not want it to
But God lends us life
Yet we are indebted to death
He claims what’s his
Before we settle and rest

Parents spending time and fortune
To educate their children their future
But end up miserable
Worse than their parents
Failures in their in their own field
But as one’s gone
Another’s born
And remember to forget not
Where there is hope,
Their lies the future.
Children are the future.