Sunday, December 29, 2013

The Villagers about "The Rapture" Chapter#4

We look tired
and the silence is unmeasurable
the waives of lost
and tumult 
perhaps our name
was used in vane 
and the arteries in the sky
gave up on us 
broken by the dryness 
of our soul 
and here we are
confused and lonely,

We look sore
from the fight we did hold with all our force
against anything
like the soreness we feel now
we tired look as well
and this is our division 
and our fragmentation 
the goal of lust 
and the impediment of affection
We cannot even speak 
We are sorry
We don't know 
and here we are 
still and sore,

We are speechless
we have walk for so long  
with our tables full of food and drink
waiting for us 
prepared with enormous amount of pleasure and love 
the same amount of arrogancy we built and destroyed roads right after 
we pass them all
in order for others 
to reach nothing but failure
and now we are away from home 
empty of food and drinks
with only memories resting 
over a table of empty goods
why ? 
We don't know
and wondering we are
but there is nothing absolutely nothing around to answer 
to protect us
we wished not to be protected then 
and here we are 
speechless and afraid, 

We are wishing
and so long we did not came to this face 
we were after something else but life
we did not remember how to live
so we forget how to dream
the forest we built our houses on 
has being consumed by the games of our youth 
and quickly filled with dust 
by their furious stomping 
and the constant shouting 
into its own glory
away they went ! 
leaving us here in loneliness 
with our rural pride,
the primitive love once refined 
is the same today but cover in sorrow and darkness
and yet no body come to greet us 
and here we are
wishing on the nightly cold,

We are at night
and looks like the same night when we went away
we just want a new day that night
and that day is at dusk !
the villagers guided by the stars are coming back to its own soil 
to recover what is theirs 
We dont know how
or when,
and here we are
in the middle of the night
anxious furious and helpless 
ultimetely tired.
"About The Rapture" Chapter #4
by The Shortfellow
New York City
29/12/13
 

Thursday, December 19, 2013

about "The Rapture"

All of the sudden 
everything is vanished 
the colors are pure 
life is not finish but transform 
you are a generator now
you carry the knowledge 
you know every thing 
and every one
in here 
used and communicate this.
"Life is but a memory"
by The Shortfellow
New York City
19/12/13