I came to the end
of another chapter.
Now my message has become clearer
I have nothing more to say.
These awards talk about me,
about what I carry inside me,
about everything I feel
I give, I receive, I lose.
I think I was honest enough.
Now I start walking on another path
under the same sky, under a new moon
under a stronger sun and under milder rain,
now I walk with another figure
with a more beautiful expression of the same face,
muscle, heart, prayer, curse
I pave the way with solid boots
away from this melancholic awareness,
I head towards the consciousness of firmness, steel
as this static scares me,
I'm going to pick up some better, clearer thought
to erase everything, but everything poor that I had written.
I now leave this sum of ideas
to remember me as the creator of poems,
to remember me as the same son of a bitch
as curse and God are my destiny.
Laugh freely to this truth
I have not said one lie,
everything is open, clean and real,
such as it really is,
where none of us really is
where there's nothing to understand,
where abstraction sells itself for reality
and reality for imagination.
This is my heart
and don't feel sorry for it,
chop it up if you like,
cut, eat, devour, tear
I will survive,
and when I'm gone
and when dirt covers me
I shall have my accomplishment
knowing when the moment is right
for my self-compliment.
rikpoems.com