81) silence falls on the walls of Uruk, a hymn to the Uruk
If it were not for the prostitute of the temple, the goddess of Uruk, Shamhat, there would have been an epic of Gilgamesh, why was she who brought the great city of Uruk, the Sumerian capital, was the price of Gilgamesh, nostalgia was for, because he had seduced Enkidu, Gilgamesh equal, then they had to rely on the refineries of civilization, because he is a man-animal in the forest, she took a lover, as in the period after theFor the death of Enkidu and Gilgamesh would marry a child and give birth to a child Shamhat. The year is 2700 BC. In the poem you are reading, Khuvava is a giant, guards the cedar forest, Enkidu lives in the woods like an animal.
Silence falls on the walls of Uruk
As a semi-god rules the country;
A wind of anger of the cedar forest
It comes with the sound of Khuvava.
And the shame of a bitch chat
Consequently, Enkidu, the animal-man.
* * *
Eldritch StarsFall on the walls of Uruk
When the moon appears red light;
The granite walls are articulated in gray,
Gilgamesh and the spirit is bent -
He weaves a network to keep his city,
Sumer, king of Sumer.
* * *
Shamhat folded web
Exposing his throbbing loins;
Her beauty shone in the woods
A shadow of the pond.
The animal-man Enkidu, now bound to fail
When you advertise ....
* * *
The city is full of joy with the dust of stars,
ForGilgamesh has found his equal;
No more boys, young women and wives,
No longer raging like flies the same,
No more tower-building towers,
Peace and harmony is now at hand.
* * *
Silence falls on the walls of Uruk
For Enkidu killed Khuvava:
Gilgamesh killed the bull of heaven,
And cursed the land of the underworld;
Shamhat died when the temple fell,
Gilgamesh and died in bed.
82) The mind's eye
Life is the fact thatwritten,
It is part of the dream and the reality side?
I never woke up
And I did not go to sleep.
I was attracted not by bullets;
And I did not write my dreams.
I never really tried,
I can take or leave.
In them, I wandered aimlessly,
In all seasons -
I can dream all this and live;
Beyond the mind's eye.
Inspired by Yuli Daniel, 27 June 2004 [No 320]
Poems of Atlantis
[Poems 83-98]
TheIt Archnight Scrolls: Codex Atlanteanus
Terceira is standing on ground
High above the Atlantic,
I muse on the glory of 'the Atlantic:
Past time, when nothing more.
Because in those early days of the past
Sunken hours in abysmal sea,
They reside in Great Archnight rolls -
Now the remains of wet mud and ash
At lower levels of a relentless sea.
Within these gardens of Poseidon
The poet's mind Anas' vague,
In search of "la Tourof Yvoire.
And he should find the crown rolls
What will happen to the legend?
Note: A Atlanteon poetry, 6/27/04, # 319
The princess and the poet-Ais Hippocampus
As the great ship sailed the eastern extension,
Princess Ais looking westward in Atlantis
Sang - goodbye, goodbye, goodbye three times,
For Yllipha, north Iffrikonn.
Then you hear stories of the moon foam Aon,
Amphus the river and its delta,
He dreamed ofArchkingdom his great and famous,
From the obelisk strange, transfixed, and famous
Atlantis' metropolitan roads.
Aon - Green eyes poetic, shoaling seas,
A mane of hair mystical sparkling sea;
Ais, blue eyes and black hair-night:
Atlantic harp and lyre, the strings of silver,
The Hippocampus seduces Princess Ais.
Iffrikonn island, Aon, Hippocampus: Seahorse
Aon, the Hippocampus
The sound of the lira camesweet and clear,
Ferrying the lyrical Hippocampus,
In the distant, dark waters of Atlantis -
Archkingdom every land and sea.
With my last breath, and horses, as the breast,
Death and oblivion, but contempt -
Took his last breath, no tears,
And he died in glory, with his colleagues.
# 323
The purple robe of Atlantis
Now rests on the seabed,
Atlantis' king of the ocean graves
Can not sit still to savethem.
So, no sun shining,
No old hands after opening
Or once protected treasures Star
Stars no longer protect treasures.
O gentle bard sings softly, sweetly singing,
Lost poets of antiquity ...
II
The king, the king, I saw you crowned
Lined with jewels and precious stones, inside,
Within your murex colored robes and golden ...
While the world has moved and saved your glory,
And you put the god-king, his deepView
As for gold and cyclopean stones
With the face of a lion on his throne;
In the depths of the sea without stars,
He waits patiently, waiting.
Note: in l983 in a vision, I saw one of the kings of Atlantis, in his purple robbed.
The terrible beauty and Fountain Ddath
16 501 BC, the island of Atlantis, the hymn of the Virgin of Noom At-Tho-Then (brother and sister) is played in the following poem.
"Lailis, OR Lailis - my love, myLove "
(He sings and plays the singer Ampara)
"I love you so much, even in the dust,
From Poaphus in Atlantis fair. "
(And love has been lost for many years.)
Both were torn between duty and the lira
(And love has been lost for many years).
But it happened Naorthris Atlas
Ampara had to sing in his court;
At that Lailis and Ampara
Rediscovered his lost love -
The Wandering Minstrel
Goddess and ran, ranoff,
The banks of the distant sea,
Around the port city allodio -
The source of Ddath:
And drunk the death ....
[# 327, 6/30/04]
Xilvaa, the shepherdess
(13,500 BC)
In the heart of Atlantis
And 'Monti Eiphlox
And he asked a mountain valley Quloyx,
Where the shepherds with a warm heart
Garza with blue eyes in the sky:
So the lovers met in the midst of joy.
Who was this stranger who took theHeart?
The only part of his father;
Whose love has been proved beyond reasonable doubt?
So sad the two lovers apart,
And he turned to the salt lakes,
Up Archking solid of all things,
Naming his son Lailliquis -
Xilvaa highlight for the men and women.
[# 330-6/30/04]
As it was in Atlantis
[Parts 1 to IX]
I: Queen Lillttis (15,001 BC)
Due to the great citadel of Poseidon
Queen consort Lillttis rest,
Who foughttwo personalities
Within its real
Until she died
[# 326--6/29/04]
II: Monte Atlantis
Near the sea
Their lives large port
The Acropolis of Atlantis.
[# 328-6/29/04]
III: The Acropolis
Or large marble stones,
Soaring 15-100 meters in height -
Touched your life, art and culture in the sky.
[# 329--6/29/04]
IV: astrologer of Atlantis
At the top of the mountain Atlantis
Sits aObservatory,
And once a year in the dark
During the autumn equinox,
The astrologer Pharanos
Allows the stars, to study it.
# 331-6/30/04
V: Atlantis in the winter
And its north, the endless twilight
Countless fantasies in the snow in winter;
Where boys and girls and the Unicorn -
Play in ice and snow,
With the autumn foliage of the old:
Orange, red and gold.
# 335-7/01/04
VI: Southern Atlantis
Marble steps on theirShore,
With a warm tropical sun,
Antarctica breeze to cool the skin,
And help those offshore, sailing.
Big flowers are everywhere,
Archkingdom deep south.
# 332-7/1/04
VII: The squid of the Atlantic
Flows in the semi-tropical seas,
The giant squid lives,
Within the sub-sea volcanoes,
Along with the flowers and bees,
So, to see a lot of mystery arc.
# 334--7/01/04
VIII: The ObeliskAtlantis
His nine-sided obelisk ivory tower
Throne of Atlantis' of kings and gods,
Crowns are crowned with a trident.
# 325, 6/29-30/04
IX: The Lost Atlantis Archkingdom
Its towers, temples and towers,
Her tapestries and treasures of fur
Fountains, ponds and waterfalls,
Their gardens, lilies and poppies,
His sculptures, palaces, observatories,
Its huge Yndessoss pearls,
Red coral and whiteMu
Lemuria is large urns and vases -
Give honor Archkingdom Atlantis.
[# 324, 6/29-30/04]
Atlantis
98) Atlantis in April
[Written by: The King of Atlantis, while in hell]
It 'April in Atlantis - the bridges are cooled, vases and wine distillates. And the canal in the gardens of Poseidon, the grain harvested birds, the bronze horses look away (water hazard) and other temples rough, without a crown, the poetsounds. Yes! Atlantis is toxic in the month of April, in time, with its islands of stone and size of signs.
Sang bye, my dear friend, Atlantis, in April this year, the Morning Day to head my way with narrow streets and arches carved with stories of gold printed. Farewell, my Atlantis spoiled, I am bound in hell.
# 342, 04.07
End of Poems Atlanteon
Part of Legends:
99) The Haunting of Mesa Verde
The Spirit of Mesa Verde, "You know, I come," I said, "I can say,. the story of how you want "" So you say, "the voice said," how can you tell;. Come to my grave (I'm waiting for) "" What I call, "I asked," You! already written, ancestors, "he observed," They come from far away to me, I feel, I feel - let me tell you, I guard the dead ...." [30 AD].
I am of the insistent Anasazi
From the cliff dwellings of Mesa Verde
And the legends
Bone with its winds and lack.
They are the enemy ancestors
These lostWorld
Haunted by shadows and stones
From me and eagles.
I guard the last kiva
Colorado
In the meantime, people find peace within myself
The billing preferred.
I am the warrior
Mesa Verde
Trying to find the reprief
Who found only darkness and silence.
30 July 2004 # August 343/Reviesed
End of poems Atlanteon
And legends
Political Macabre
Prose poetry, politics
100) The GreatSow
I
It 'a funny thing, the pig large - every year at the State Fair, has a price range of the biggest, ugliest and sow breed fatter humanity -
While the public watches, no one questions what they ate, what he ate, how he became so fat and ugly, it's just glorified as: pork, layers of pork.
Need I say more on this show unforgettable as the United Nations and its current role with Israel? In which only the United States, the fifteenthStates, was for Israel?
"Yes," says someone in the back, one of the fifteen members of the International Tribunal, which ordered the construction of the Great Wall of Israel.
"Yes, yes," he repeated to himself.
II
It 'a fun thing to see, at the State Fair, most of the living animal flesh his stomach - as the United Nations proclaimed the International Court Lounge his abdomen, checking his international issues - slotted eyes of fat, put on a vision of a Blue Ribbon (such asthe Court will set the destruction of Israel).
This old bitch has been around a very long time, just change its name when it becomes too obvious.
The farmer whistled, but the barrel of fat is a nap, but it's grunting grunts, like Whoopi Goldberg on stage for John Kerry, with their dirty jokes. I wonder: "What does that grunt mean?" Someone says: "Constraint: She wants more to eat, but is held back."
III
The sow has a brain, small as it is, perhaps - yes,I know for sure is to think, and I know what you think, and I am willing to share with you is like the old grease baked on a griddle, a skillet melt or what ever, your tongue tastes trap miss - it is a Jew, says the language. Empty vanity and pride, but that is not taken into account, triumph and pride prevail. The Jew is still a nigger in recent years, many who have hung hung in the south.
Now is the Sau looks at the empty plates on the table and says: "Bless mySoul left nothing for the Jews ", and makes a radiant smile for the PLO, and gets a big thank you sow feeder, Yasser Arafat
The sow now goes to sleep, snoring. Who is willing to look at the sow down through the wooden gate is an innocent face, peaceful and secure. But trying to get in the pen, the animal is sitting abruptly, and the pin cracking under him scare you ....
Useless-Knowledge, June 2004: * published on the website
War poems
101)Sunday: Vietnam
[L971]
The horn does not blow 'here
No line or hymns ruffled
We are side by side in groups, pairs,
each his own - to worship him.
With Dirty Faces, long hair, a shame
half-naked with the hot weather
We are behind our houses and pray;
Strip life in a war zone, a snail's pace.
And published in the missile bay
you hear the whistle, they do:
come closer, closer,closer - Bang!
They are moving down, over, around them.
I long for my busy Sunday home
Grandpa ago - pork rib stew;
the newspaper: comics, titles;
a long and restful sleep with pleasant dreams.
I long for lazy afternoons clear
to read a book smart;
Voices of my mother, brother, grandfather;
simple things like birds singing.
[1971]
102) At Dusk Gloomful: South Vietnam
Many nights I see the shadow ofMoon,
I never sleep with both eyes closed
In my house, on my bed in the dark
The twilight gloomful ends with death
Morbid sounds of missiles in their sleep;
I heard a cry, "climb up" the foot -
And I take my helmet and M16
Ready to hit the enemy,
In the mountains and the bay.
I am pleased and look, breathe and wait;
Breathing these nights away, as day and night.
Deadly insects swarm in my own way
Tomorrow white cloudsto pray.
Flying shards of glass as a burning
On my face - I breathe and wait.
Note: Both the poems by the Journal, l971, took 4.8 poetry magazine "Sunday: Vietnam" [No. 344] and "At Dusk Gloomful: South Vietnam" [No. 345].
More
104) No Remorse
The application - in time future
What should I say on the Day of Judgement?
Because then it's too late,
Too late to pray [I feel].
What say we all - on this day
With the cold unforgivingBrain?
Like quicksand
On the plains.
What about this day?
With tears of ecstasy agriculture;
When he says:
"I heard!"
8/23/04 # 347
105) The legend of the Little Ute
[Ancient Mesa Verde]
It 'came from the Third World in the 4 th
Through a tunnel has been said
It died in the drought;
The drought, which lasted 24 years,
In the 11 th Century AD, was Ute.
Bundle mummified andin cave dwellings
The houses of the Longhouse, a window
Bundled with a turkey;
A turkey, to reassure them and provide companionship,
During the long, long, long journey.
Published in Mesa Verde, # 346/8/6/04
106) Grandpa's stories
Old Grandpa was a funny man,
With stories told of his youth,
To all the kids around our house
From the heated days of summer.
Old grandfather was a liar, of course
Then everything would growto say;
"But go and feel what the hell:
It tells us later - in any case! '
He was a hero of World War II,
A boxer in Japan;
He traveled across the seven seas, he said -
It could swear all the people.
It may be that his stories were true,
Or he may have lied;
However, I did it for you,
The day before he died.
6/23/04 # 348
107) The Vanishing giant tortoise
Sunset at low tide, on Isla SantaCruz -
Blue sky with your breath immortal
From the Galapagos -
It is based on the turtles' rest of
Their shell glass high: some born
During the Civil War -
April 23 2004 # 350
108) Theft in Trujillo, Peru
So long, so long so long;
How many tears you bring the kids
For a secret sacrifice
Enter your father in prison - for stealing.
Yes, steal, steal - my money ...
Cried a tear, a tear,Another tear-off:
Simply, I see what you see -
They regret being caught.
April 25, 2004, Trujillo, Peru
109) is Parque
The sun flowers, bright, high-
When I sleep outside in this coffee
(El Parquet, in Lima, Peru):
The park is green and flowers;
The streets are full of cars, honking, smog;
People, people, people in all,
Relax on the streets (this country).
Here, in Mirafloras sleepy
On lazyAvenues (all).
April 7, 2004, Lima, Peru
110) The Mists of Sorrow
Escaping the fog of pain,
Find your wings and fly away.
He was born just today, not tomorrow -
Sunken sunsets just disappear.
April 11, 2004, Lima, Peru # 349
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