You used to be the sun
On a rainy day
That gave a birth to rainbows within me
You were the butterfly
Wondered around in my garden
You use to visit me time to time
And I use to watch you
While you were there
And touch you
Though
Sometimes you’d fly away
You didn’t like me to touch you
Though I knew you weren’t gentle
Life made you hard, before me
I never did
Perhaps I tried soften you up
Which hurt you and you didn’t like it
Maybe you were afraid
Afraid of love
Or pleasure
Or something
Maybe you weren’t afraid. At all
You just didn’t want me to touch you
But I did
I touched you with my heart
Gently
So gently
You almost never felt it
Now
I do not know
Who is touching you
With their different parts
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ending
when the day come,
realize the last beat in your heart,
realize the ending,
when the day comes
it will end,
like everything else,
love ends
but something stays with in you,
something that she gave,
from her soul,
i know it will be with me,
until the last heart beat,
until the last breath,
until the last touch
and hear,
until the angel appears,
i will carry you in my heart,
on my finger tips,
i will touch you at nights,
and you come and visit me,
i will kiss you in my dreams,
the dreams are the only reality now,
i will hold you tight as always,
i will be with you,
when you are sleeping,
i will be there sitting beside you
and protecting you,
from everything
and sometimes from myself,
from my sorrow,
i will not let any sadness come near you from now on,
i will cry inside,
you wont see any tears from now on,
Ardic Agus 2014
Into 2014
-
sara
are you there
Sara
baby
im sure you will see this in the morning,
if you are sleeping now,
and im sure
you are not starting work at 10 tomorrow
or even maybe you are off,
im not sure,
i want to meet you
at our cafe
we gotta have to
im sure you will wake up max around 11
and i will be there around 12 waiting for you.
i love you so much -
more than anything else
you are mine
and you will be mine
for ever
and the forever is
is the day when we both die
god damn it,
we been stupid
both of us,
you are mine, and im yours
i will not give up on you
how can i
how can i be without you
how can i be without your smell
and your touch
how can i survive
without hearing your voice
how can i stop
when you are me and i am you
how can this heart beat without your heart beating next to it
our strength is our want
and we both want
wanting to carry on,
with all our pain and happiness and laughter
2014 is not much but just a new beginning into growing together
Ardic Agus 2014
Question
what is it baby that you always wanted but couldn’t get it out of me,
why?
was i not enough to you?
what is enough ?
you dont even know,
like everything else,
so why go ?
without knowing,
so why sadness,
without wanting,
think about it,
think about the laughters
and the tears we had together,
always together,
always at the same time,
in that moment,
always with our hearts,
and some more,
and the touches,
and the way we both
hold and grabbed our faces,
while laughing,
looking into each others eyes,
and kissed,
for many times,
on and on,
for long.
Ardic Agus 2014
Heart of a woman
i see hearts as a hotel rooms,
the more expensive the room,
the less people come and stay,
the cheap the room is,
the more people
stays in,
cheap hearts are
nothing but full of experience,
in a way good,
but not pure,
not pure anymore,
the heart,
the smell of the room,
the space is dark and messy,
there are names scratched to walls,
by forced,
i need a woman, with a pure heart,
untouched,
unhunted,
undisturbed much.
Ardic Agus 2014
Love in a mess
I am a mess,
and sometimes a dirt,
its not hard to tell once you are in my room,
you can see my mind here, and a personality
that maybe belongs to me, though im not sure yet
there is women here,
that turned into wine bottles,
some lying on the floor,
some are on the radiator,
under a yellow light,
sharing a space with
unfinished canvases,
dried paints,
and the smell of a spirit,
there is some love here,
and some pain,
but love is more stronger than the pain,
because of her,
her smell, on my pilow
and sometimes i see her hair,
on my bed,
and her form appears
from nowhere
alive
then goes again,
until she visits me
the next time.
Ardic Agus 2013
Another time, Another place, Another truth
And i was on another woman’s arms,
kissing different lips,
touching a different body,
different hair,
different soul,
but with the same movements,
and mostly with the same words,
there is not much difference,
but love,
and learning,
and thinking a lot,
and the words that comes out of your mouth
has more meanings now,
and no lie at all,
you kinda know
and feel, the stages of love,
sometimes its so obvious
that love gives you chances to change
love itself,
know the chances.
know yourself,
find yourself a soul,
it usually inside of a women.
© 2013 Ardic Agus
The angel of love
Making love,
kissing,
touching,
naked,
hands on a body,
on her breasts
touching her soul,
both drunk
on the street,
love of angel visited them,
the angel is looking old,
stubble face with droopy eyes
and his wings are old,
and heavy now,
just like the love we have,
it will not carry him no more,
and soon he will fall,
into the earth,
he will fall so badly
that will make him lose all
the love he has,
and losing ones love,
is called being human.
© 2013 Ardic Agus
Mission of other
men can live doing nothing,
but drinking for ever,
or killing un till they get killed,
or stealing, or sleeping under a bridge,
and some men, work 8 hour job
for 50 or 60 years,
without saying a word about it,
and women, they are the queen of every men,
they are the cause of deaths for men,
and they greatest mission is to change you,
suck your soul, and leave,
once they come,
they mission is to turn you into a divine being,
with their love,
with their heart,
with their brain,
with their touch,
thats why they come and go,
domestication its called,
they want you to be who they want you to be
and as soon as they turn you into a domestic men,
they let you out again
© 2013 Ardic Agus
I’ll tell you now
Ok,
I admit it,
I liked you,
I liked you so much,
I almost loved you,
with everything I have,
with all my soul,
with what was left of it,
and we both shared our loneliness,
together,
day and night,
and i cooked for you,
and the breakfasts we had,
early in the mornings,
outside in the garden
just you and me,
eggs,
cheese,
olives,
tomatoes with some bread,
and orange juice
I gave you everything i had
I gave you wisdom,
soul,
and some laughter,
not much,
but best i can,
I guess Plato was right
if your touch of love,
everyone becomes a poet,
but I wrote before you
before I knew you
and after when you are gone,
you forgot something
called inspiration,
and now i use it,
day and night,
just to bring those
memories back
Dirty Realism 