PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

In order to get my point go through this:

http://archive.salon.com/books/feature/2001/02/07/solomon/index.html







Lie down Beth-sheba, relax, while I help you to remember

How to you – before you for you completely fell-

I offered my wealth, warmth and a peaceful shelter

And the fragrance of those grassy heights

As I opened my pastures and valleys for the herds of your fathers

In their eternal wander

When they refused to share god with me

Before getting the thought of circumcising history  

And stab me in the back.



Among the girls you weren’t the best

but you for you completely fell

raising those fascinating kingdoms

In the infinity of your imagination



trying to run away from the deep inferiority unrest



How many times you fell with the rain

As, above the clouds, you try to reign

And oddly swam towards the stream

To be swept away to the wild of your ailing ego





How many times you dig, so excited, for your buried glory

To find nor the crowns nor (those stolen) thrones

No more than a once dreamy (starving) nomads bones



I would have prayed that you awaken and recover

From the nasty state of narcissism

and may be get absorbed by the rainbow

But the gentile fears to fall in holly traps