New Poem: Saved by Death

c2011Shalako


I used to pray for Death

But then I feared to live

To live in fear is not to live at all

And I was living so very, very badly

To be confronted by Death is a very liberating experience

Maybe that is what saved me.

I was saved by Death.

New Poem: Savour

by Louis Bertrand Shalako

c2011

All Rights Reserved


Savour the good things in life

You are what you do

Time passes inexorably


Assaporate le buone cose della vita

L'arte è chi siete

Il tempo passa inesorablmente

New Post: Never Explain.

by Louis Bertrand Shalako

c2011

All Rights Reserved


Never explain yourself.

Please don’t tell me everything I need to know.

Leave me guessing about certain things.

Let me dream, just a little bit.

I have some place real to go.

And there are some things.

Some things I just don’t want to know.

I’m just a little confused.

I have enough to figure it out on my own.

Too much information is no big help.


Jamais expliquer vous-même.

Veuillez ne pas me dire tout ce dont j'ai besoin de savoir.

Laissez-moi deviner certaines choses.

Permettez-moi de rêve, juste un petit peu.

J'ai certaines lieu réel d'aller.

Et il y a certaines choses.

Certaines choses que je ne veux juste de savoir.

Je suis juste un peu confus.

J'ai suffisamment pour elle figure out sur mon propre.

Trop d'informations sont sans grande aide.

Ships With Butterfly Wings

A tear falls to the sand

Waves and wind sigh in their passage

Over the sea to a far distant land

Up to the horizon and then a pause

And then he is gone

Heat of the sun never ceased

Gull's plaintive cries without cause

Forlorn hope never stops to sing

Blinking in the glare, she waits

A result must have a cause

When ships with butterfly wings

Beat into the wind on a quest so fine

Lovers torn apart for a time

No one can say the why of these things

The bonds have been released

Each is free to be their own

This is a seed that must have been sown

And no one can say its fate

Sometimes there is no way to win

But only to endure.

When ships with butterfly wings

Beating into the wind

Carry your heart across the ocean

It is all a person can do, sometimes

To wait and to pray, and to mourn.

New Poem.

It is the undiscovered country

Try to remember what it is that you are hiding

This is no place for honest men.

And to ask when time will end

Is a contradiction of your own terms of reference.




c2011 Louis B. Shalako