Mirror

[Unjigorjigor]

If it could be removed from me,

This heaviness, this skin,

This wrapping warying what's within;

The weight of mind also my enemy, 

In fact the cause of gross matter;

And alway constant in chatter...

No good, I'm already born!

Were I not born, still I fear

That I would be, but not here, 

Life is inevitable and sworn 

More certainly for all who'd scorn. 

We will have our taste,

(What is heaven, what is hell?);

The void is itself some place

And so... oh well. 

 

[Unjigorjigor]

This is beginning? it also is end,

The two go together as intimate friend so why should I fret for a trend? 

I only resolve to be free.  

 

[Unjigorjigor]

I will teach you how to enjoy

The ways I employ:

Remove you and me, 

That should come first,

And then secondly

How quenching your thirst 

No longer concerns you,

Statement of bliss!

No nothing quite so impressive as this,

Then it is simple,

Here's how it goes,

The third part which everyone knows:

 

Love, love, love, love, love, love ...

 

 

[Amandine]

? Does it have a tune?

[Unjigorjigor]

Are the poems highfalutin?

Should I speak in science? 

The power of the rhyme is,

'T organises thought. 

 

 

(Music to my soul, my medicine.

My mirror, my reflection.) 

 

 

That was very helpful what I just read, 

Most of what I find helpful 'sfrom men that are dead!

 

 

Let me try a plain voice. Okay... Hm, who knew. It's hard. I must've read myself out myself!

 

 

"Philosopher, c'est apprendre à mourir" - Montaigne 

 

 

I'm going to try and talk normally. I learnt a new word/term today.

Let me see what it helps to be careful of this...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Unjigorjigor]

@Amandine yes 

[Unjigorjigor]

Who here among this crowd?

How to halt the profound, 

How to stop him in his tracks, 

Lest the light shine, and he change them. Lest the light shine unto change. 

If nothing hold him back, 

They all soar; but the dark and black

Intentions left outside the door?

So that no matter what we stop him! 

We are and he is no more, 

If he is then we are the lack

Therefore...

 

[Unjigorjigor]

Freed from great hurt

but having loved the pain,

Goes hunting for it worse

Than before, what a shame. 

 

Narrow at the peak and spread looking down? no wonder frown. 

 

Blink and you'll miss it, stare it's not there.

 

[Unjigorjigor]

Whichever way seems best

To your ignorant head, but only after knowing your ignorance, hand 

To heart, that way beats the rest. 

 

Why taking long to talk? For

Whether what's said is true or not,

Whether you gain or lose, a blot

Because of time, your memory, your

 

Experience has vanished with the sun

Past the hour. If a trial result 

It's a short lived tumult,

And after, as always, the fun. 

 

They wrestle for place like

It were possible to win 

Over against another, like

There were anything else called sin.

 

 

 

[Unjigorjigor]

May you find child again, playful and simple, exactly crime to them, quite crime; they despise rhyme, and spit on soul; who control, who shouldn't like I should, because I wouldn't if I could.

 

Take hold of your breath and then release it. Take hold and release. Take hold, release. 

 

What I know about th'available,

Th'advance, the bliss, the trance, 

Is knowledge for th'assailable

Who'd fall from their prance, 

Into that is stable, that is permanent, that lasts. 

Edited February 10, 2020 by Unjigorjigor

[Unjigorjigor]

I know that I know that I know it.

Although I may pass for a poet,

Or'f'ever I thought me be wise;

'Ts'all Nothingness, naught, O surprise!

Say that name to me again,

Dear family's known me since then,

What was it they'd spoken thus far?

But it's blank, bracketed, bar. 

You may fail in getting this sense,

But you reading is not but pretense,

'Cause I am reading, it's you who'd wrote it,

I am laughing now at this strange poet!

I laugh also at poetry, 

And at the chance of you knowing me,

Because I am nothing, that's all.

Am nothing at all...

 

 

[Unjigorjigor]

On second thought,

It ought to be aught,

Not naught. 

 

After some deliberation;

"Each to his nation,

Keep to your station!"

 

Again, take a seat.

Make friends, greet.

Make ends meet.

 

(And know this, please:

Focus, is not lotus,

Be at ease.)

 

Once more,

Seize your,

Dream lore. 

 

[Unjigorjigor]

Must needs I that squiggly?

 

That soft jiggly?

 

That melody called her

Cup and pur?

 

Something quench?

Drench? 

 

After spent, 

Back to learn?

 

Donk recherche moi

And having l'aide des Lady?

 

Avant m'au revoir

Trouve a maid á m'aide maybe?