EJ's Old Poems
Look what I found while rifling through my digital baul. Old poems by E.J., including an introduction I wrote circa 1996-97. So here it is:
i met e.j. through his good mother bing,
who i worked with in a non-government organization.
e.j. started writing when he was 6
and called his first poem a "novel."
i won't make too much of an intro beyond that,
because the poems pretty much introduce themselves.
e.j. has obviously seen more than other kids his own age.
or at least, he has written more than the other kids
and even the grownups. he is now 14 years old.
he was born 24 september 1982.
* * *
Let my soul travel the homes of the dead
As I lay my mortal body to my bed;
Listen to the songs of the unheard,
Let them remain in my head
Because after tonight they shall perform no more.
Listen to the stories of the adventurer
And never doubt them
Because after tonight they shall be loners no longer
Listen to the sadness of the depressed
And cry with them
Because after tonight they shall end up like the rest
The unfinished will be finished
Only a listener has the key.
(07 November 1996)
* * *
Everlasting Love
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Lovers express love in trite ways
They talk about sleepless nights and uneasy days,
Feel bone-deep feelings beyond ecstacy,
And stress on their fidelity.
Less than a few years will come
After a commitment is made
One will experience self-sympathy
While one will break the promise of loyalty
And days will be wasted with unnecessary fighting.
Is this love that was once everlasting?
You may tell me I do not yet understand love.
But believe me, I know what will happen after love.
(june1996)
* * *
I left my own country
to earn lots of money,
to buy a house of gold,
to afford the whole world,
to be heard by the deaf,
to be seen by the blind,
to be known by the ignorant,
to die triumphant.
I did leave my country.
I sold my body.
I lived in an apartment.
I couldn't pay the rent.
I wasn't heard by everybody.
I wasn't seen by anybody.
I was known to nobody.
I tried to die triumphant.
(01 june 1996)
* * *
Doesn't it feel lovely
everytime you feel the electricity.
The sensational electricity
whenever you pee.
Whether sitting down
or standing up
as long as it flows down
straight to the big cup.
You can do it while whistling a tune,
you can even do it every full moon.
You can do it while doing a rhyme,
why you can do it anytime!
I don't care what color it's creating,
I really love urinating.
(1996)
* * *
As I sit by a tree
Wondering what life would be
If the world would run out of things like me
I thought many people loved me
But how come only three people
Attended in my death ceremony
As I lay here all alone
Not minding the problems of my own
I suddenly realized that I am caressed
by nature's peaceful rest
My mind is soundly asleep
Seeking for joyous dreams
Which made my sleep deep
In the middle of the sun's beams
When my eyes opened
I found myself in a place where everything will end.
I'm in the dead people's nest
and I know now that this will be the beginning
of my everlasting rest.
1995
* * *
Wander in the darkest night
There you will see the importance of the light
My lifetime isn't enough to search for the essential
For my brain and heart are not eternal.
The window only opens for those who have money
But when it does, it was only the sun shining brightly
Look at every second as if it was very vast
And live every second as if it was your last
Choose the choice of a choosy person
Love the love of a loving person
And live the life of the person who lived to the
Fullest
(07 November 1996)
