poetry

poetry

There is nothing at all that can be talked about adequately, and the whole art of poetry is to say what can't be said.

There is nothing at all that can be talked about adequately, and the whole art of poetry is to say what can't be said.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Blood was its Avatar and its seal.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness. We trust that the moon shall guide us. We are determining the future at this very moment. We know that the heart is the philosopher's stone. Our music is our alchemy.

We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness. We trust that the moon shall guide us. We are determining the future at this very moment. We know that the heart is the philosopher's stone. Our music is our alchemy.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The wind is the moon's imagination wandering.

The wind is the moon's imagination wandering.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry, plays, novels, music, they are the cry of the human spirit trying to understand itself and make sense of our world.

Poetry, plays, novels, music, they are the cry of the human spirit trying to understand itself and make sense of our world.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

O love, how did you get here?--Nick and the Candlestick

O love, how did you get here?--Nick and the Candlestick

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Follow, poet, follow rightTo the bottom of the night,With your unconstraining voiceStill persuade us to rejoice;With the farming of a verseMake a vineyard of the curse,Sing of human unsuccessIn a rapture of distress;In the deserts of the heartLet the healing fountain start,In the prison of his daysTeach the free man how to praise.

Follow, poet, follow rightTo the bottom of the night,With your unconstraining voiceStill persuade us to rejoice;With the farming of a verseMake a vineyard of the curse,Sing of human unsuccessIn a rapture of distress;In the deserts of the heartLet the healing fountain start,In the prison of his daysTeach the free man how to praise.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I keep telling myselfThat you’rejust a girl.Another leaf blown across my pathDestined to pass onAnd shrivel into yourselfLike all the others.Yet despite my venomYou refuse to witherOr fade.You remain golden throughout,And in your gaze I am left to wonder if it is me aloneWho feels the fall.

I keep telling myselfThat you’rejust a girl.Another leaf blown across my pathDestined to pass onAnd shrivel into yourselfLike all the others.Yet despite my venomYou refuse to witherOr fade.You remain golden throughout,And in your gaze I am left to wonder if it is me aloneWho feels the fall.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A lot we have in our head,But things of heart are not yet dead,They have done none, but just fled,Out of us, Forgotten, just been bled..

A lot we have in our head,But things of heart are not yet dead,They have done none, but just fled,Out of us, Forgotten, just been bled..

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken. But with death comes rebirth. And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet.

Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken. But with death comes rebirth. And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

No’ might make them angry but it will make you free.

No’ might make them angry but it will make you free.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Where the bright seraphim in burning rowTheir loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.

Where the bright seraphim in burning rowTheir loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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