My Poetry

WHO WAS I

There was a time when my pen did bleed,
There was a time when I feared no weather,
There was a time my heart lurched within.

Back then I was a current, a strong tempest against the rocks of worldly cares.
Then I was the eye in the storm. I wrote and men spoke.
I flowed like water across planes and hard surfaces.
Now I am just weak as weak as a moist paper.

Tear me apart, part by part oh! teachers,
show me how unique I can be.
Kill me before I am born,
for what else do I have to offer?

Cover my eyes oh innocent ones,
Promise me greatness,
let it be the whisper of the wind,
let it be the caress of your hands.

Kill me while I am tender,
kill me whence I remain a grass.
Tear each leaf at a time, do it with careless abandon.
Besides, who will remember the sword that tore words like air.

Take me down quickly, plug me off my bearing.
Bury me in regret and hate. Make confusion my friend,
scar me with your words of wisdom.
Make me wish I never was born.

Who was I when poets were singers?
When the drunks could sing and the girls could dance?
Who was I when the heavens did shine, and sin was limited.
When the mountains folded, and thunder greeted.

Who was I when waves were messengers of peace,
when bears and wolfs were but pets?
Who was I and how can I know?