Wreath of Laurel Leaves

Crown me with a wreath of laurel leaves

I will be more than happy to go-
with honor in my heart and soul
Notwithstanding such life lived in sorrow.

Crown me with a wreath of laurel leaves-
before you finally close my coffin's lid
My body may eventually rot
But my spirit's happy as a kid.

Crown me with a wreath of laurel leaves-
before you cover me with soil
I promise up there in sweet heaven,
My pen will still strive to toil.

These words I write- no one believes,
Crown me with a wreath of laurel leaves.

Sleep

A pitiless companion-
Cold blooded and selfish
Won't let you any nearer.
And I lost grasp of all wonders
you brought when I close my eyes.
Those green fields are gone
So are the raging waves of the sea
Scenes of people who are totally gone away from me.

The old houses telling gloomy tales  vanished with all those magic coming true- flying, swimming in
a pool of stars and those endless
mountains of trees and flowers.
They are all gone-
swept by the cruelty of the merciless one.

How can you leave me like this?
How can you leave me thirsty of the marvelous rest you offer to everyone and that evil one?

That evil company who ruined tranquility and made a world for
me called restlessness.
But it won't last.
You might have left me now but know that your mother-
the eternal rest,oh yes,
Her name is Death
will come after me.

And maybe when she comes,
All those fleeting things you brought me will remain forever.
And no more merciless friend nor foe could take them away ever.

C.B.

Yours is a name that I want to write but can never be written.
Simply because the stars have written it a long time ago
across that vast black paper called the night sky-
Where you become the perfection resulting from my imperfections.
It is where you belong, where you will stay from womb to tomb.
And I, rooted to the ground reaching out to you, calling you.
Can you even hear me?
You are the night itself- bigger than the reality I made for myself I call life.
What am I but a multitude of blank spaces in between that horrible theory they call love.
And that love disfigured me into something I barely recognize-
a poor lonely villain.
But just a glimpse of you, I had the vision of a night sky flooded with stars- the same ones which have written your name, a long time ago.

Till Then

Till there's nothing left,
I will never cease loving.
Till there' s nothing left of you.
All that black energy and fantasy
fathered in vain by frustration and despair-
The great rapture has been born,
To end this sad world,
Till there's nothing left.
Till there's nothing left of you.
The hunger, the thirst
The cuts and the bruises
Will completely eat the body.
And soon decay will feast on it.
Till there's nothing left.
Till there's nothing left of you.
Though all that love I fed you
Killed you in its corrupted form,
Still it's love and you know love-
Wherever it is life begins.
Then your bones will grow stronger,
New flesh will cover them again,
You'll be brought back to life
By the same murderous love which I forced upon you.
Then you'll start loving.
You' ll create a different face of love-
Innocent, pure, kind, patient.
A love made by compassion and mercy,
And you will give it all to me!
Alas, a greater rapture.
It will crush my stoned heart and will invade my mind.
Till there's nothing left.
Till there is nothing left of me.

Naked

Stripped as you are before everyone,

You are loved for better or for worse,

Stripped as you are before this pair of eyes,

You are the sun shining in the sky.

Your clothes and skin might not suffice,

But you are indescribably beautiful in all your nakedness.

And not all are privileged to see that.

Simply because their eyes were pierced by the distorted image of beauty,

They fail to see reality.

How imperfectly stunning and delightful it is-

in all its nakedness.

Stripped as you are, I see the shimmer within,

Which had long been masked by that stern face.

Stripped as you are, you exploded as bits of stars,

Brighter than those who had bright garments all over them.

Stripped as you are in all your grotesque charm,

No one can ever take away the light in your eyes.

You are art in its enigmatic and rare form.

No one will ever see that once-in-a-lifetime beauty,

In all its nakedness.

Deep within, you are hidden.

Ah my brilliant reality.