Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Sunday, April 8, 2012

another poem called untitled

(Dedicated to my friends who will roll with the scroll)

And the waves passing by

Departing with the growl of aluminum fowl
Takes away all remedies with a solemn bow
Forsaken a spirit in a tormenting cowl
Which woven yarn is not protecting
Only agony is what it's reflecting
Shapeless shadows haunts the broken mirror
Hiding flames that could ignite a splendor

Lamentations can never be simply traced
When it's buried deep to save your own grace
Furrows will someday still show
When the yearning wails a blinding glow

This void may not be eternal
Or it may last till the last atom halts its fusion
The voices hopefully will be subliminal
Lighting the path when invaded by frustration

That amplifious resonance
When it doesn't shake the particles
It shatters your heart

Ibrahim Müller, April 2012