poems

Oh my horse, please time to go!

Only remind several round of the exhausting course

I know you are jaded and thirsty

Nevertheless we haven’t any time, so gallop, gallop!

Oh my horse, sorry!

Shame on this harness and me

I know you are sore and your mouth is bloody

However we haven’t another choice

Because this is the only way and we should have ended it.

Oh my horse, please trust me!

We haven’t any time, suffer

Don’t look to the left or right

Just look to the front and gallop, gallop!

Oh my horse, please be careful!

Do you remember when we passed through the bushes fire?

Sparks jumped out from under your hoof, what day was it?

It was awesome and honourable!

You thought it was a walk through a garden

And I clamoured you can, you can!

Oh my horse, please have patience!

After that in the end,

We can go to the top of the mountains

Beside the amazing springs and lakes

Your favourite place

Full of wild beautiful flowers and we will rest forever.

Oh my horse gallop, gallop!

You can, you can!

ASPEJON

Redcliffe QLD 2013

There is not just the youngest nation with the deepest open mind,

There is not just the biggest island with the widest shore for kissing any drops of love,

There is not just the cradle of the oldest race with golden hearts,

There is Australia! Somewhere that you can see the Southern Star,

While its winking at you so nicely and saying silently every night;

There is Tomorrow’s Island!

There is Tomorrow’s Island!

ASPEJON

HAWTHORN VIC

21/11/2016

Don’t say a word Baruch[i]

With broken-hearted and bloody mouth

Walk alone and keep it down your head

Against the wind, beneath the rain

That covered your weeping

When you walking around the world

In your mind with infantile imagination:

In this beautiful globe, a child is sadness

But “Not on bread alone”[ii]

Don’t say a word Baruch

They thought you are a child and “that is the question”[iii]

“Who really is greatest in the kingdom of the heavens?”[iv]

On top of the world, kings the sky, knight the thoughts

But just give mouth to over the top in word

They will say he has a big mouth

“He has blasphemed”,[v]

It is below him to say that

This is a stupid pony and a small horse

That was mouthing big words to hide shallow thoughts,

So must be carefully mouthed,

Before he is taught to jumping in the world

Don’t say a word Baruch

And think about ethics

They are top brass

They are top dogs

They are top judges

They are top masters

And “beware of men, for they will deliver you up to councils and scourge you” in their court,[vi]

“Then they spat in your face and hit you with their fists”[vii]

And they will say “Who struck you?”

And you can just say

My god, why have you forsaken me? [viii]

Don’t say a word Baruch

They’ll never want to see your iceberg’s words in your mind,

Because they don’t believe that,

“The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect, but by the play instinct arising from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the object it loves”.[ix]

If that started to melt away

Will uprise the Rijnsburg River[x]

And that’ll bringing up the Giordano’s[xi] ash that splashed on the Tiber,[xii]

And this song will come to voice:

“Blind error, ruthless time, ungentle doom, “[xiii]

Don’t say a word Baruch

Just go to your garret

Watch the world through the window

Polishing lenses[xiv] for rearing the best word

Could be the world peaceful?

Maybe you find that in The Hague[xv]

That would be a bland smile on your heart

That would clean your bloody mouth

Though you must breathing the glasses dust

Now and forever, with toleration and endurance.

ASPEJON

9/6/2015

[i] Baruch Spinoza; 1632 – 1677, later Benedict de Spinoza) was a Dutch philosopher of Sephardi Portuguese origin.

[ii] Matthew 4:4 "It is written: 'Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.”

[iii] William Shakespeare: “To be, or not to be: that is the question”

[iv] Matthew 18:1-5

[v] Matthew 26:65

[vi] Matthew 10:17

[vii] Matthew 26:67

[viii] Matthew 27:46

[ix] Carl G Jung quotes

[x] Spinoza's house was in Rijnsburg from 1661 to 1663, now is a museum

[xi] Giordano Bruno 1548 – 1600), born Filippo Bruno, was an Italian Dominican friar, philosopher, mathematician, poet, and astrologer in 1600 he was burned at the stake in Rome's Campo de' Fiori.

[xii] The Tiber River of Rome

[xiii] Giordano Bruno quotes

[xiv] Spinoza earned a modest living from lens-grinding and instrument making

[xv] The International Court of Justice; commonly referred to as the World Court or ICJ) is the primary judicial branch of the United Nations. It is based in the Peace Palace in The Hague, Netherlands.

Look and trust, it is a life.

That seed you planted, it will grow.

Because every grain have a sentient,

Because it is a nature of grains.

If you plant them,

They would yearn to arise.

They want to found the eyes.

They desire to be look alike you,

And they hoped to see the merciful hands,

That one day on the cold season,

Had planted them with a wish.

Now, look and trust,

It is a young leaf,

It is an herb of life,

It is a core of being,

So believe that, because it is a blossom of the love.

That dry seed, you planted one day in the cold season,

Now it’s arise,

Now it’s alive,

Now it’s fresh,

And it will have ripened on the harvest time.

Just for that, to say you ‘thanks’!

You were a good fair-mind gardener,

You were a good kind-face teacher,

You were a powerful hand, and awesome,

That brought me out of the darkness,

And you give me the eyes

For looking at this marvellous world.

In the sunshine days,

In the moonlight nights.

And for that you taught me more,

About ‘to be’ and ‘how to be’,

And you taught me about ‘insight’

And patient, for watching the skilful hands,

That grafted the knowledge tree.

For growth the wisdom,

For harvest the freedom.

Look and trust,

It’s a perfect educational system,

That plants the grain of the trust in your heart

That grafts the branch of the truth in your mind.

Well, look and trust,

It must be a real wisdom of school.

ASPEJON

Hawthorn, VIC 2/12/2016

If have written some poems allowed to somebody that to say, “I am a poet”?

If have penned some stories allowed to somebody that to say, “I am a writer”?

If have planned some researches allowed to somebody that to say, “I am a researcher”?

If have designed some structures allowed to somebody that to say, “I am an architect”?

Then, I am a poet, a writer, a researcher and an architect!

But what’s my poems about?

It’s all about a word

A single word, which can be a greatest description of our world.

But what’s my stories about?

It’s all about a bard

A single bard, who narrates the marvellous myths of language on a chess board.

But what’s my researches about?

It’s all about a metaphorical wheel,

A puissant wheel, which can drive out the burdensome of the human mind.

And what’s my architectures about?

It’s all about build a greatest library structure, which ever has been existed before,

An awesome functional tower of language,

That all deities wish to save it.

ASPEJON

Hawthorn VIC 2/7/2019

Our hands have a ten fingers

Notable two thumbs oh my dears

If you wanna have a good thumb

Don’t be twiddling with one’s thumb

Nanny tells you a nice narrative

You’ll learn to be a neat creative

Lullaby, lullaby oh my dears

Lullaby, lullaby oh my dears

ASPEJON

HAWTHORN VIC 16/05/2016

Hey, ancient poem

Hey, seed of nice wisdom

Do you come with me?

With a new tone and a new concept.

We could raising like a sun from east,

We extend our walk to destinations sunset

From among the temperate plains, tall mountains and wonderful forests

In harmonic screw rivers, slope canyons, and in the depth of faraway seas

Hey, goddess

Do you come with me?

We hand incitation to all dews with rapture in the dawn

For invitation to relief

The rising like us

Even, brighter of sun

They will be searching throne of love

Such enthusiastic and they do discover from earth until the heaven with pleasure.

Hey, scent of benedict

Do you come with me?

To watch such the beautiful sunset

Hey, bright

Do you come with me?

In the conclusion on sunset

We will become bright spangle it hangs out of night sky

For honey dream of their nights

When they sleep placid on the petals violets

Hey, nice star

Come with me, just another sunrise.

ASPEJON