lyric of escape...

[macia_blu]

Lyric Of Escape
When you left me
I closed the door with my back,
With th back of my hand
I wiped my tears
And
To scare all nights away
Inside the night,
I lit a fire.
The door closed,
Tears dried up.
A friend I have like you
It's that fire
I lit to scare the night away!

Elinda Marku

Copyright ©2003 Elinda Marku

[macia_blu]

11 September 2001

This forest, this lake, this park
Weary forest.
Turbulent lake.
Depleted Park.

This Fall, this rain, this leaf
Somber Fall.
Anxious rain.
Trampled leaf.

This city, these birds, these people
Listless city.
Dead birds.
Harsh people.



Elinda Marku

Copyright ©2003 Elinda Marku

[Diabolis]

Vetëm i ke postuar apo dhe botuar ndonjërën.

[macia_blu]

Happiness


I escape my loneliness
By becoming your loneliness,
I escape to be
At the end of loneliness.
There the best means nothing
This is the way of the world
Nothing begets nothing.
I have a soul
On which I have little faith
That's my sin,
My mind believes more
In nothing.
I escape from my truth
By becoming your truth.








Umbrella



Comes down my love like a rain
So far I cannot see.
It falls over rooftops
but no one is mine.
It falls over forgotten graves,
they all belongs to me.
It falls on the sleeping
yellowed grass. . .
Among the trodden roads
and those to be explored.
My love falls on umbrellas
Mostly black they are.
I love everything that
my love-rain lands on
except the one who invented
the umbrella.
Who did? Who did?




Copyright ©2003 Elinda Marku

[macia_blu]

Human


After a sorrowful weeping
I believe I am Human.
After a gleeful laughter
I''m happy I am human.
After a simple "why"
I am proud I am human
Does it matter not yet created,
Not matured,
Not learned,
Not formed.
And yet...
From top to bottom,
Deep inside
I am Human!
And,
You know how pretty I feel?
At the end of the end
What are perfect people
Mere Sculptures?

Elinda Marku

Copyright ©2003 Elinda Marku

[macia_blu]

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Who? What?
Who has filled me
With this mountain
In my stomach
In my chest
In my brain !

What is this?
Person,
This feeling,
This God
Who mocks
Me.


Elinda Marku