Member Poem

This is not the last poetry
No, it is not finished yet...
No matter how many times I've failed
To render my words,
I have rose back again
With all the poesy strength.
For it's never-finishing,
For it knows no end.
This is not the last poetry
No, it is not finished yet...
I've learned to speak endless word,
Words that are able
To cut dense darkness like edged sword.
Such deep cut that tears apart
From the bottom of darkness,
Like in the sky cutting the darkness of night
Bloom countless infinite stars.
And in such way rise my words
From the abyss of my thought
From the bottom of my heart,
My Endless Words.
Like storm rises, like rain falls,
Like bolt of thunder strikes everywhere
Screaming near ‘n far
On the heart of this Universe,
Yes, darker than the darkest dark
When the heart becomes even darker
Then from the core rises an endless light
Consuming all the pain inside
My words fall down on this Earth.
And there’s infinity endless word
From the core of my heart.
This is not the last poetry
No, it is not finished yet...
Till the Sun ‘n Moon ain’t demolished
This poetry has no end.