XXV. TO THE MUSES AND APOLLO (7 lines)

(ll. 1-5) I will begin with the Muses and Apollo and Zeus.  For
it is through the Muses and Apollo that there are singers upon
the earth and players upon the lyre; but kings are from Zeus.
Happy is he whom the Muses love: sweet flows speech from his
lips.

(ll. 6-7) Hail, children of Zeus!  Give honour to my song!  And
now I will remember you and another song also.

When man,
enters woman,
like the surf biting the shore,
again and again,
and the woman opens her mouth with pleasure
and her teeth gleam
like the alphabet,
Logos appears milking a star,
and the man
inside of woman
ties a knot
so that they will
never again be separate
and the woman
climbs into a flower
and swallows its stem
and Logos appears
and unleashes their rivers.

This man,
this woman
with their double hunger,
have tried to reach through
the curtain of God
and briefly they have,
through God
in His perversity
unties the knot.

I keep letting my guard down
When it comes to you
I let myself break
Over and over again
Every moment is lonely
My paths are empty now that you are gone
I loathe myself
For not going after
What my heart truly desires.

A.H

How i wish that today doesn’t end.
Cause i get the feeling that there’s not gonna be a tomorrow for us.
I can feel you slipping out of my hands
Breaking my heart,
And leaving me forsaken for an eternity

Be my past present and future?
A.H

You might find beauty in places you least expect
And you might face something sinister in places that you feel the most comfortable!
There’s no way of knowing what lies ahead.
Conquer your fear
And unleash your heart and soul.

Soul searching
A.H

I don’t see that glow in your eyes  anymore when you look at me!
I no longer see that perfectly curved smile on your lips when you talk to me.
You no longer feel the warmth of my touches.
I can see how you have fallen out of love!
What you once strongly felt for me,
Has long gone.
Not a hint
Not a trace.
I know i am fading from your life,
and there's nothing i can do except watch.
Just an empty shell.
Waiting to be washed away by the waves.

A.H

i told the moon my secrets,
but she turned away.
even the sky,
it seems,
cannot bear the weight of me.

i’m sorry