Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
......
Even while I dreamed I prayed that what I saw was only fear and no foretelling,
for I saw the last known landscape destroyed for the sake
of the objective, the soil bludgeoned, the rock blasted.
Those who had wanted to go home would never get there now.
I visited the offices where for the sake of the objective the planners planned
at blank desks set in rows. I visited the loud factories
where the machines were made that would drive ever forward
toward the objective. I saw the forest reduced to stumps and gullies; I saw
the poisoned river, the mountain cast into the valley;
......
Here's the rule for what to do
If ever your teacher has the flu
Or for some other reason takes to her bed
And a different teacher comes instead
When the visiting teacher hangs up her hat
Writes the date on the board, does this or that
Always remember, you have to say this,
OUR teacher never does that, Miss!
......
At the end of my suffering
there was a door.
Hear me out: that which you call death
I remember.
Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.
Then nothing. The weak sun
flickered over the dry surface.
......
War is never over
Thought the treaties may be signed
The memories of the battles
Are forever in our minds
War is never over
So when you welcome heroes home
Remember in their minds they hold
Memories known to them alone
......
i wanted to write about you
lovely cherry
you didn't ask to be born too
but you are glad you do
i wanted to write about you
cuz you are not like anyone i knew
you didn't say anything you want to be
you just ARE everything you want to be
......
The Effects of Memory
by Michael R. Burch
A black ringlet curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight ...
This is what I remember
now that I cannot forget.
......
blooms mass in a vase
a vivid get together
days in sun recalled
wild hours of weather
when they were younger so green
remembering scenes
sunset blooms laughing
comparing lovely costumes
......
Remember the day I met you?
Remember the day hugged you?
Remember the day you said , I love you.
Can you think of a time before you met me ?
Can you ask your heart why he hates me
Do I have to kill my faith?
In order to save me
Is love suppose to be this way ?
......
I lay awake all through the night
While others lay asleep
As I think of you and I
The tears roll down my cheek
I cry because I love you
I cry because I care
But most of all the reason why I cry
Is you're not there
......