My Life, Dancing. (Part 3 - The Heart is Deceitful Above All Things)

My Life, Dancing Part 3:

The Heart is Deceitful Above all Things

handsome mankind who begun insulting me:

wonderful rapture lay down near the soft wing of an angel

all these emotions outshine my faint heart

as this breast in bloom cries a chorus of pain

wind harped the night there I saw her in my day sleep

and even the most ugly dog must be some symphony of heaven…

They told me that you passed away

You passed away, and I do hardly know you

Though we would always be called friends

You died, only a few days ago

And I didn´t talk to you for ages

And most likely I will never do that again

If I only had some witty imagination

To give your old face some familiar shape

That would actually well relieve my grievance

Thus my grievance is only shame

And pity for the plain fate that I know

I am gonna endure

Not mourning for a loss that I don´t really feel

Death only makes me reflect on my own misery

I guess, that is what most of us is giving the creeps

And then it hits me like a stroke

You and me, we are in deed the same!

Where could you ever be, if not inside of me?!

Living in worlds my memory orchestrated

Living in words, in walls my feeling painted

Shared memory, never will I stand alone

Now that I know where to find you

In here you´ll be existing as if you

Never had been anywhere else

My friend, I am you, and you are here

And that is what matters most now

Is how well you walk through the mirror

Is: You are to save my day

Epilogue:

handsome mankind who begun insulting me:

wonderful rapture lay down near the soft wing of an angel

all these emotions outshine my faint heart

as this breast in bloom cries a chorus of pain

wind harped the night there I saw her in my day sleep

and even the most ugly dog must be some symphony of heaven…

Gilgamesh, where are you hurrying to?

You will never find that life for which you are looking. When the gods created man

They alotted to him death, but life they retained in their own keeping.

As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day,

Dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water,

Cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace,

For this too is the lot of man.

(October 24, 2004 )