I Choose
I choose
to invoke my right
of myth
Upon
the phantom
mother
Just above
Come to gift the past

求出处

disciples
Radiate disciples
Radiate
Where we touch is unseen
Violet embrace
All manner of the chrysalis signals
The code of the Christ
It's as if I am inside you
I understand so much of what you need
But so little of what you ask
Allow this moment to pass us by
Stand by my side
Radiate thru me
Within tombs destined
They honor devotion
To a cause that isolates us from a path of freedom
Such tears well inside me of pride and lament
Radiate little bird
You are heaven sent to me

Years of grace
little survives what time as passed by
my years of grace mistaken for lost wanderings
no more alive than a remembrance stained in your sufferings
my years of grace deliver proud
at last rest stumbles,so pull your covers tight
to whom do I speak thru echoes threadbare
what survives the rush of the profane
an their words mere dust one swallows to believe
true poets dare listen to the stars dead and cold
I sold you out for moonbeams dying to shine
Illuminated by what has survived
and years of grace to come

clutching breath
The whispers are mine
And the bellyaches
And the leaves that turn yellow with cheerless succor?
Mine,all mine
There are stories I told you that I hold from escaping
To clutch your breath at the nape of your sweet failings
Falling up into clutches
Calling the secret names embedded in your thirst
So that I may drink to you,to forget
The dirt of too many gangways has soiled my suits
I hate to even look at them as they writhe
But walk on them I did
Like my brothers who hide their sad poems inside their sisters

all roads
Gather me up some stars
Sprinkled from your eyes
Beckon forth the little sighs
Should all roads disapper but one
Then leave while I am sleeping
These hours watching from windows
Play music without autumn
The scripting of light
Moves ever so slight
Wherever I sit today
Hands go thru glass
And dreams thru you
Whatever passes as chance
Also passes for truth
May I tumble
May I call
May I find you at all

death
Floating, I am caressed in details
So that I might forget might and right
Cracked in the marrow for the morrow of youthfull plunder has no place here
not now
I am breath
Wasting into teacups
Signaling leave so I run forever
That I may love you to the end of my days
What is love without loss
and is but lost without love?
are jewels beneath the see
dropped from your hand like so many forgotten petitions
luminating this vigil within
the wait,an elemental ploy few desire
but so many chase

artificial love poem
To fill this page
To write this rage
To pull this moment square
I am not nature
or dust
but I am made of such
I stood waiting for you to run
In sweet-smelling lilac I stood
waiting for you to dance
Holding our breath in brackish water until one of us should die
I took the chance because we used to laugh
Oh how we used to laugh!
How greed fills my cup
with betrayal of all that is dust
And all that ever was

the follies of summer
Quicksand,ocean sky
Wondering,don't ask me why or how we got here
We just did
The most eternal sun-drenched kiss is locked in my mind as
something I won't miss
Or even try to remember
Summer has come and gone so many times I've lost count
Endless,nameless,marked by time as nothing special
But the warmth is here, you see
In darling soliloquy
Hidden in costume and fine-boned prose
Under canopies of sheltered light and life
Summer is here and it is all mine

有没有翻译的版本。

哎 连续加班3天两夜 总共只睡了3个小时 我太强大了！

Look
look
How beautiful the trees
Draw a circle around
Such simple theater is pleasing
If you say "stay"
Here and now
And once in the again
Faces painted and children at the ready
Draw your swords
We're off,we're off
How beautiful are we
This autumn,more bronzed than the last
Cemented us here
Chained to the oracle's missives of woe
Her breath sweet with futures sewn
Carving horses into elephant bones
Be safe,when you go
My glasses misplaced
I seem to have lost my page
Oh yes,where was I?
Tiptoeing thru graves
I find no sleep in this grotto
That is no mistake
I know you can't be erased
But I can try
Whoever now holds the infinite wisdoms of the secret universe(for me)
Thank you(for that)
Cause I often forget
What used to so easily come to mind
And those stories should be kept safe