One of confession
[poet]
To redeem the purity of the soul
I prayed to God. regret
-inscription
one
Night arrival.
the black envelope
The whole earth.
Take a deep breath.
Thinner and thinner books
You are in the cold palace of years
Howl like a wolf
You forgot your last name.
You forget that you are a poet.
You forget the day when you sang for life.
You are lonely. lonely
More and more profound. be pale around the gills
Breathe.
More and more weak
You start or end thinking.
You start or end the memory.
You are like a child.
Muttering to myself. puzzle
two
Humans. Your birth
There is no reason or source
Your death. This is also the case.
God said: history.
Not used to asking and answering questions.
The past in the past
Even if it's vivid.
People are used to forgetting.
Floating life is far and near.
The meaning is beyond doubt.
three
The devil will only hide behind you.
Make fun of your words. action
A knife suddenly solved for you
When blood clots. The weather is getting colder. Darkness and darkness
four
There is no reason to choose death.
There is no reason to choose to live.
There is no reason to repent. fulfil
Soul, soul
Loneliness is just a white silk.
You are always welcome. Let you solve it yourself.
Don't cry. Listen to me.
(I am your god)
Longing for a pure soul
You know: when death comes,
Dirty, ugly, evil
Sin. Will be baptized again
five
My poet-
To redeem the purity of the soul
I prayed to God. regret
(2002/ 10/ 16/23:29)
Second confession
Children's articles
Your birth. Grow up. Or death. It's just a game of fate.
-inscription
Kid. Dolls of both sexes. Your birth was doomed to be a mistake.
No love. No hatred. Eager. Cheating. From love to hate.
Black shoots are wrapped in selfishness, ruthlessness and curse.
The ugly embryo hides inferiority, rebellion and cunning.
Destiny's child has given you an extraordinary life. Wild morning glory.
Over the mountains, through the vicissitudes of life. When your tears are all over the earth.
Wake up. Lost souls. When you don't get what you deserve.
Like a ghost wandering around the world. When you get what others can't.
Or ... before becoming a poet. After becoming a poet.
Or ... keep thinking. Keep asking questions. Keep fighting.
It's twisted. Roll. High-profile undercurrent surging. Give it to him.
Loneliness. Despair. Low-key pain. Give it to him.
Devil or God. They also care about you with eager eyes.
Only you don't know what love is. What is hate?
Even if they form in your mind or end prematurely.
Born. Death. You like leaves. Cute and naive.
Dependence or withering of life. It's too simple, there is no definite answer.
Your birth. Grow up. Or death. It's just a game of fate.
(2002/ 10/ 17/20:2 1)
The third confession
[lover's article]
Ripe cherries. After being kissed by you, I spit out new shoots. ...
-inscription
[ 1]
Cupid's darling. The sun in your hand. Like a pearl shining alone in the dark.
You said to give it to the person you love the most. Not Helen. Venus. Or Daphne [1].
This is the cherry in your eyes. Ripe cherries. After being kissed by you, I spit out new shoots. ...
Red roses are like the heat in your heart. A lover is like a sacred and white water lily.
You began to sing immortal poems like a poet. Full of lead or silver characters.
Your lover. Charming, lovely and gentle. You compare her to a pure Persian cat,
Or a cobra that can dance to the flute. You are its owner. You are her patron saint.
Your child. She said she wanted the stars in the sky, and you would like to step on the ladder of thorns to pick them for her.
The wind is very long. White clouds are fluttering. Ah, take her to the moon boat. Shake it, shake love.
[2]
Ripe cherries. After being kissed by you, I spit out new shoots. ...
Leaves. You grew up in the sweet rain and dew. Green of hope.
Such as the "boat in the desert" led by Arabs [2]. The source of life.
The pulse of love. Beat sensitively, quickly or suddenly.
It's like a nerve line in an organism. Ah! Love-
Nerve filaments are beating everywhere, hidden and wrapped.
[3]
……
……
The wind is bleak. The white clouds cleared away.
The fire of love has gone out. The Messenger of Death lit a green flame and came to your grave.
Ripe cherries are peeled off by it layer by layer, leaving root-like leaves, which gradually wither and die. ...
See the hidden kernel. Like a broken night pearl, dim. ...
Precautions:
[1] Daphne: the daughter of Poerxiusi, the river god in Greek mythology.
[2] "A ship in the desert" refers to a camel walking in the desert.
(Created on 2002/10/18/16: 09)
Confession 4
-Gidra [1] talks with the earth.
Gidra walks in the Woods at night.
I came to a new grave by accident. Meditate.
He squatted down and grabbed a handful of dirt. mouth
There is a mocking smile at the corner. Dadigang
So I can wake up, open my eyes and see the poet.
Heard him talking to himself. It may sound strange.
What he said. Time elves and forests
The genie also held her breath and wanted to listen to him.
Talk about something.
"……。
……。 "
(Gidra)
"Why do we call it" mom "?
A piece of land to die? "[2]
(Earth)
Hearing this, it can't stand it. Son.
Don't talk like that. It is rebellious of you to say so.
Words and deeds Is a betrayal of the laws of nature,
Will be punished.
(Gidra)
He was startled. Look around. finally
I saw a woman carved like clay in the back.
Face. Gentle tone and delicate expression.
Ciyan. Have a pair of clever eyes.
Dark brown. Who are you? Why are you here?
(Earth)
I am the earth, your mother.
(Gidra)
Earth? Mom? Ha ha laugh ... but you're not.
My mother. You are a "nationalist" [3]
My mother. You see (he points to the grave),
The people who sleep in it are to protect you.
Die for honor.
(Earth)
Man exists in the name of God. Be us
Master your destiny. I am the mother of all things,
I am the supreme queen. You, people
Classes and other creatures have to obey me.
(Gidra)
Oh, my mother, my queen,
I'm just a poet. I don't understand such profound things.
Something. It's none of my business who you dominate.
Now, I'm standing at your feet, and you will
What about me? My little heart can bear it
How much do you bet? Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? such as
If humans continue to reproduce, I'm afraid, you
Then it wouldn't be like this.
(Earth)
I know all about it. Man has the ability to change the world.
Force. Looking back, we can see the present at a glance.
You made a mess of the world. mankind
Humans are the most fickle and cunning creatures.
(Gidra)
Since you know so well, aren't you afraid?
Destroyed?
(Earth)
Sneer twice. And move on. a piece
Hazy. Death? Who was destroyed by whom? you
Destroy me? There are many human beings themselves.
War. Suspicion, killing each other,
Use each other, oh, how meaningless.
Things; I don't want to talk about it. All in all,
This is stupid and suicidal.
You think the devil and God control you,
But that's your nature.
(Gidra)
Really? I don't know why, I ...
Suddenly feel great emptiness. Tell me,
Will mankind perish? Oh, I suddenly want to sing.
Ode to death Oh, great death, just
In the hands of your partner? Oh,
This is a sad thing. I don't want to know more.
Yes, I must go back and continue to write poetry.
Or write about love, friendship and affection.
Poetry. Or write about missing old friends and getting pregnant.
Read it? Or stop writing from today.
Poetic ... Oh ... My dear queen,
Beautiful queen, tell me that I am still a good person.
A poet?
(Earth)
Why are you talking nonsense all of a sudden? Are you there?
What kind of poet is really puzzling. My words are like
Too many. Well, go home, son.
You don't look well and your heart is full of anxiety.
What I said to you today, go to sleep when you go back.
Sleep will forget.
(Gidra)
Oh, it's too dark. Where is the moon tonight?
You, you're leaving, right? Okay, then. see you again
Our mother of "nationalism"
queen Yes, I'm just a poet. I will go back.
I have to write poetry. ...
Gidra's words haven't finished, the earth has disappeared.
At night. He went home to sleep.
I don't remember anything when I wake up. Like what?
It never happened.
Precautions:
[1] Gidra is an Indian poet in Kana.
[2] Gidra's poems mocking nationalism.
[3] "nationalism": nationalism.