SQUASHING FORCE (DIMINISHED HEXAVERSE POETRY) Caught in illusion Left in agony Being badly hurt Victim of terror With contorted face Depredated Walls closing in Screams of anguish Desperate howls Squashing force Frozen tears Twisting thoughts Nightmares Bleeding Death TWO SEASONS Glacial braids paralyze the silver time Bearing that frost coming seemingly From the North Star Ceremonial clouds enwind the light Of the very frigid sun The gelid wind creeps up its spine The lifeless forest highlands its somberness The dusky frozen autumn Like a decrescent moon in the eclipse Suffers the ignominy of being left behind In the faintly confused history The nature can wait the winter to come Dressed in her refulgent white For restoring her sovereignty Like a queen with blue heart and icy tears THE WIND The sharp wind sways the wet flame The cold rain like a storm tears numbs The frozen buds before their intumescence With desperate gusts the wind sighs Sweeping the perennial cool-mellow grass In sunless wane with disguised agony He always comes from the top of the hill Untangling his lips of his mouth That kind of mouth like an invisible cave Stretching nonsense words like a prayer to nothing He dances his force with the willow trees Furiously riding on the bursting clouds And he sings his tempest very louder songs Trying to utter his selfishness His dreams and his future chances.
SPACES OF FAITH Spaces of faith Holy of Lord There is a joy soul is waiting There I will bear my pain There the pain is free from tears In the peace in His grace Keeping the word of faith There my pain is free from tears Where The Lord shares always love Found peace the soul of faith There my pain is free from tears Lulled to sleep on a dreamy wing Found in a soul of wisdom Leap of faith far from uncertainty Far away from any evilness Far from the worldly grief