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Best Poems From
KRISPIAN VILIPI
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Let Me Forget
Where should A poor man go?
To the path of beams and glow?
or to the darkness of the earth,
the same darkness of his birth?
What should a broken heart do?
Why should my heart breaks too?
For I have naught but a heart,
and it was yours, as we apart.
Why should a man be poor?
Why should his heart be broken?
Why this bitterness is no cure?
Why a real world is no heaven?
So let me light my cigarette,
And let me be, let me forget.
Krispian Vilipi
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Silence Perceiving
If silence were a canvass,
the emptiness it holds is the impression,
The voices on the universe,
is the artist's hands removing it's innocence.
I am the passer-by,
she is the stranger's eye.
I adore the beauty of it's impression,
looking through her eyes of isolation.
If silence were a canvass,
If were an eye of a stranger's,
If the world is the place,
let silence be the painter.
In silence,
In silence.
Krispian Vilipi
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Confessing Preparedness
The red sea over crimson ending of my sight,
is vast before the moon, the guardian of my nights.
The horizon expanded, the light descended,
my world halts, in awe by the sea where paths ended.
Silver strings from the moon fall to the beige,
to the beige sands turned golden by the passing age.
Before my blurring eyes, the great invitation,
a sweet enchantment from the distant depth of the ocean.
The harmony of piper's tune, whistles over me,
blown by wind from west, where sunset meets the sea.
Is that a call from the death, a peace offering?
yet how should i pass, this is the farthest my feet can bring?
O, on the end of paths, I once more must wait,
must knock and knock for a place beyond this gate.
Krispian Vilipi
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Explaining Dare
Like a self explaining reason, a compassion-
underneath these terrifying horizon,
Of life abandoned and love left alone,
by reason of a fool's hearts confusion.
By and by time after time, a crime-
is to have and to hold what is mine,
and abiding the rules given as time,
to forget the truth, a law most divine.
But I love, in heart in whispers, for a girl-
so kind and lovely, a mortal,
so precious to my heart, that is her-
a girl, a lover, a girl, my lover.
Tomorrow's guile is exceeding, time denying-
lore from the hearts and soul in cryings,
from days to nights, praying believing,
that one love will last through the making-
of a tale so sad, none dare to say,
a role so sad, none dare to play,
love so sad, some said it's mad,
to love and to live, a love life so sad.
But I'm happy that I'm not sad, in awe-
of a love untamed by everything we know,
never ended, by pain nor sorrow,
and through dim and dark it glows-
Ember of life and passion, a confession-
of lover's heart in plain expression-
to hold on through the worst premonition,
loving and being loved through times and confusion.
It ain't easy, to love you like this,
but I love you still, forever I promise.
Krispian Vilipi
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