Under the Sun

Under the burning sun
Is it sane to confess
That I crave the rain?

You are my rain
Rain on my fever
Cure my disease
That science couldn’t bear.

In this broad daylight
Is it safe to confess
That I desire the darkness?

For I can see you in darkness
Where everything else is dark and dead
-where I can worship this shame-
I can touch your invisibility,
And your pure vagueness
With my very fingers.

Now let us just talk for a while
-in this broad daylight-
About art and insomnia
With our jealous hearts
Buried
And burnt
Under this sadistic sun.

Charming yet Empty

On that strange day
When I sold my soul
To both god and the devil,
I knew I would have you
For a day.

Another day,
Would be shameless.

But these days,
Your weeping
Sounds tedious
As Heaven.
-forgiveness is not my nature-

I won’t leave you tonight,
I’ll leave you tomorrow
When the sun is bright,
And my heart isn’t playing drums.

And you had better
Forget about
The dead slogan
Charming yet empty,
Lying on the bed.

Method Disturbed

At three A.M.
When you come out your nest
I fall deep down in pain;
You, sweet madness
Sweet secrecy
On this blatant planet,
Oh my bitter freedom,
When did it all happen?
You, stuck all over my brain
My bed
My desk
My burnt papers
My poems in red;

When did it all happen:
My self-deception:
To trick myself
into washing you away
With all the shame
And people’s horrific criticism,
Oh I only socialize in hell;

And would you dare
My conservative misery
To play more of this game?
For your sly soul
Your fervent jeans
Your tan hands
Playing piano
Playing my body
And painting my soul
Are disturbing my method.

The Lady in Black

Stop moaning
For your husband,
You are now, my lady in black;

Your black heels are piercing
His grave
-the cruel concept of fidelity-
And my burning brain;

My lady in black
Dance your delicate fingers
through my bones,
My skin,
my insanity –of which I hope I won’t be healed-

I swear to your scent
Your husband has decayed
Six feet under:
indifferent, unable to hear-
As your velvet body
is tearing your brick dress
Under my restless fingers.

Some Sort of Introduction -Escape?

This is probably the only promise I'm not going to break: I will only post my English poems here; and nothing else.