TYRAN PRIZREN SPAHIU

TYRAN PRIZREN SPAHIU

MAUSOLEUM OF CONSCIENCE

We’re a moment, a passing one,

just a breath

behave as a ruler

eh, so poor we are.

Power has been taken by deceivers

pure being with blood they suppress,

see, un-lived childhood cries for life

requires air a little dose of security.

Hunters are of the infants

nectar absorbents, mausoleum builders,

do have the conscience fed with darkness

too many letters for them there are never!

Ashamed is The Book of History!

And now

The kingdom of the verses flying whispers:

"dear friend, they are heartless invertebrates

despise, trample, the night hyenas are

awake , feather calls you

set above the time, write fiery verses! ''

It makes me wretched, to talk to myself

imprisoned I am by the words "human"

mercy cries, says' raped I am

do not want the light, I'm ashamed!

I

In this world lost I am

desperate so much,

I have to go uninvited

continues the soul to face the deception today !!!

POETRY REQUIEM

Invited to the battlefield,

challenged,

was looking forward to !!!

Said, hear the artwork

exuberant generosity,

Kingdom of Nobility !!!

We, yes, yes, we

listened with curiosity

saw only unarticulated voices and darkness!

Artists of the words, dressed in white

on stage resurrecting dreams

violating, crushing, at the edge overloading lips.

It was the ultimate march

followed by the requiem,

eager we embraced the art scene

but light-colored letters

scared left towards the last journey ...

Desperate, I called my being,

hidden was, after the angelic spirit

go away said ... leave

you see, lost you are, lonely ...

Tired-eyes, too sweaty,

fled

being betrayed...!

FIERY WILL +

... would like to talk to poems

enjoy the richest imagination

an inspiration

prefer to enter into the poet's world.

... with all my passionate being

I do enjoy feeling the sense of ecstasy

defending letters, the silent code

of the written poems of eternity.

... the BITTERNESS OF LIFE ASSOCIATES ME

dark vicious circle reigns

I do feel being raped, blackmailed

though

as if I'm an plotted alien.

Eyes seek advice, help

soft words, work, friendship

soul trying to be less visible

by human creatures being ignored

I rely on the wall, Dear God what is this enmity!

Inhuman soul whispered

hey, you there, in the end of the row

what's your request

need a stick

you've taken the stairs of poetry

leaving behind door locked

see

we are jealous, get away, go down to hell.

Legs armed with obedience

moved to the exit of the building,

at the bridge I stopped, looking with compassion

the ruined building of the ignorant servants.

...now, my home is without electricity, drinking water

unpaid are the bills of life,

have to leave the birthplace

put with love many life poems in a student's bag

torn luggage

awaits me as a spring migrating bird.

TYRAN PRIZREN SPAHIU  

TYRAN PRIZREN SPAHIU: He was born in 1954, Prizren-Kosovo-Europe Graduated English Language and Literature at Prishtina University-Kosovo. However, this "voice" of mine in poetic verses is a very great desire and final opinion will be given by YOU! Trying to find topics that worry, nag, excites, rapes, embraces, and to describe is pleasure and challenge and seduces me ... Being emotionally connected with the ancient city, loving calm life he continues to spread kindness….No matter where he goes, you will hear the voice behind: "He was here."