Tobucil: Puisi-puisi Marky Yahya Ali

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Puisi-puisi Marky Yahya Ali

MORN ART

A FAIR MORN WITH ALL IT’S GLORY
CHILDREN OF SUN DANCING IN A HURRY
REVEALING ALL BEAUTY NO MATTER HOW TINY
THERE LIES MY HEART-WHEN THE DAY’S SO SHINY

COTTONLESS SKY AS BLUE AS SAPPHIRE
FEELING TO SOAR IN IT IS SUCH A DIRE
ALWAYS WAS AND ‘LL BE IN MY DESIRE
BURNING SO STRONGLY LIKE THE BALL OF FIRE

TIME FREEZES WHEN THE BIRD FLIES HIGH
SUCH FORMIDABLE BEAUTY MAKES ME LET A SIGH
GLOW OF WONDER FILLS ME WITH ALL ITS MIGHT
THAT’S HOW POWERFUL ALL OF THIS SIGHT

FLOWERS BLOOM TO MEET THE CHILDREN’S TOUCH
A SHOW OF MYRIAD THAT NATURE HAS TO OFFER FROM IT’S POUCH
NEVER ENOUGH TO BE SPOKEN ONCE, IN THE CORE OF THIS MORN ART

THEN AND THERE LIES MY TENDER HEART

Windchime

Wind blows
Windchime heard
Smell the air-sweet scent of death
Windchime heard
He is getting closer now
Prepare thy self, cause
He’s gonna grab you-right into his temple of dream
4 galaxies away
Shaped like his own face

Wind blows
Windchime heard
Sail with the wooden row boat

Right into your death, surrounded by ocean of blood
Sweep your tears away-run, find your hide away
Mute, deaf, blind and graceful
Hears with his heart
Sees with the bright small search light shinning on his nose

Bells, windchimes on strings crisscrossing his body
Long beautiful slim-nailess fingers
Pitch-black reddish hooded cloak
Fat big alien worm on his mouth
Strong sweet scent of death
That’s him they say-
The windchime man

WHITE CROW

AS THE WHITE CROW FLAPS IT’S WINGS
AND SOARING HIGH TO THE RED HEAVEN
REALITY AND ILLUSION FUSES INTO ONE
TIME FREEZES OVER . . .

AS THE WHITE CROW FLAPS IT’S WINGS
AND SOARING IN THE ETHEREAL OCEAN
WAKING MOMENTS AND DREAMS MERGE INTO ONE
TIME FREEZES OVER . . .