You see,Leo ,sometime in life
words forget the dating
and have so many regrets...
But maybe in early summer
love awaits us on a wooden bench
in the park ....
Leo, let's spend a night
between two eternities ,
warming each others hearts .
We could even invite
Suzanne and Jesus .
We'd ask the stars if there's
a god down here ...
Or are we just children of a whim ?
And you come up
with an awesome song
which only the deads can
remember ...
At the end of the road ,
she will be there
somewhere between
Hydra and London !
So long Marianne ...
( To leonard Cohen)
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Jim, your smoky dream
on the steep ledge
of a profaned tomb .
The dancers hanged
of the liberty tree ,
watching the end of history
being written ,
without you and me ...
Promesses of hot ashes
in lucid oblivion ...
Dude, we are from
the same generation
in a form of announcement...
When you feel in doubt ,
jump into the abyss with elegance !
Why get cold feet
in front of the doors of hell
as long there's fire beneath the soles ?
( To Jim Morisson )
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My brothers in poetic storms
this is me Islam cat
the old believer.
My beautiful lady
is sleeping so still ...
like divine nectar on my soul .
I send you this little notice
over desert and sea ,
London and Mecca ...
I smile at forgiveness
which is a memory
in prayer ...
The silence of a sincere man
is worth more than a thousand
vain invocations ...
So my friends , wait ,and make
a room for me ,
I'l be joining you soon ...
Inch allah !
And we will implore divine justice
and relief for the opressed ...
( Yusuf Islam )
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The giants meet in the garden of immortality
sharing ,love, revolt and faith .
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great write
Thanks a lot Nephi ! The giants are inspirational !
An interesting and vivid piece. A cycle of three poetic messages, rich in lyrical confessions, existential questions, and cultural echoes. Each part resonates with a tone attuned to the spirit of its hero — whether it's Cohen with his melancholic irony, Morrison with the pulse of rebellion and the abyss, or Yusuf Islam with quiet faith and forgiveness. In the end, everything merges into the image of the "garden of immortals" — a space of love, protest, and prayer.
Thank you for this well-constructed analysis !
Impressive work!
Immortality is another name for memory !
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