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A life with a Calliope-September 1987-Lyrics-Adjusted January 2013


my calliope ©copyright2013owpp

my calliope
©copyright2013owpp

This sketch I drew, is of a newborn baby that has become my Calliope 🙂

As you can observe throughout my posts, the poems composed in the 80’s
or 90’s are totally different to the ones of 2000… in the sense that
they are still searching “Life” and its meaning.

Let me know what you think of these Lyrics!

A life with a Calliope (1)
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You sing songs
Of happiness
Hum notes
Of joy
You rip
The curtain
Dividing
Our hearts
The mountain
That led
Us apart

Our throes
Too grim
To untangle
You hold
Firmly
On the morrow
But it is
All carbon
Hold my hand
Usher me
To your band

Coax me
To your song
The life
You belong
Expose
The sun
Toward it
We will run
Give me
Some hope
A life

With a Calliope (1)

(1)
In Greek mythology, Calliope (pron.: /kəˈlaɪ.əpiː/ kə-LY-ə-pee; Ancient Greek: Καλλιόπη Kalliopē “beautiful-voiced”) was the muse of epic poetry,[1]daughter of Zeus and Mnemosyne, and is believed to be Homer’s muse, the inspiration for the Odyssey and the Iliad.[2]
Courtesy of Wikipedia

Shadows of the anterior 1989- Adjusted January 2013


Celerina2004 ©copyright2013owpp

Celerina2004
©copyright2013owpp

Shadows of the anterior
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Born twice
From the womb.
And the confines
Of his dwelling.

He had to
Learn again.
First steps
First breath,

Look listen,
Copy and learn.
Grow up with
The hindrance

Of being already…
Molded into…
The obverse.
Memory with

No litheness
Candor
Admitting
Ignorance.

Inevitable
Decadence.
No mercy.
He lacerates

His mind.
Longing
Yearning
To be there

Heretofore.
Tension
Inhabiting
Every fiber.

Going back
His dread.
Incur his
Days of yore.

Spreading.
Heavy as a
Millstone
Clinging to his

Vital
Dragging it,
Losing it
Hounding him

At a corner
When least
Expected.
Routine

Impregnated.
Slapping his
Senses cold.
Shadows

Of the anterior
In the lines
Of a memory.
Landscape,

School staff
A cockroach!
Awakening,
Stunned

And floored.
Afflicting
His mind
His soul.

Till the cusp
Of his days.
Hoping to descry
Hear beyond

The senses.
Discern, feel
As a sculptor
Or a dancer.

Juggle with
Words in
A brushstroke.
With the ease

And grace
Of the loved.
A creator
Innovator.

Exhilarating,
Enliven over
His masterpiece.
The preciseness,

Veracity of
Thoughts
Translated
Into deity.

He goes on
Trusting,
Living the
Dream.

Yet, tiptoeing
Into his new
Territory.
The confines

Of his authenticity.