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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=581611" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Vent</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Idea, <br>Insight, <br>Perception, <br>Inspiration, <br>Motivation, <br>Or just some madness? <br>I know not which<br>But it's intense<br>Alive and dense<br>And like a benign deluge <br>Comes it to irrigate an arid <br>Heart harrowed for dry season <br>Planting and inundates the field <br>Of my waiting heart<br>Shutting off every other desire<br>Even thirst and hunger<br>As the urge to write is ignited <br>Like an addict's desperate desire<br>For a shot to remain stable<br>As knowledge gathers for planting</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A tap dispensing pure water<br>That begs to be fetched in toto<br>To avoid all manner of waste<br>And every dropp that deposits <br>In the receptacle of my willing heart<br>Glitters as a beautiful pool<br>But evaporates like spirit <br>If not quickly fetched</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Intermittently it bombards me <br>Without notice in solemn <br>Visitations like wave<br>Eager to make love with the sea shore<br>At will and in total submission <br>Like a virtuous woman<br>Throw I apart the receptive <br>Legs of my heart <br>Bended by great foreplay <br>And capitulate everywhere<br>While working<br>While walking<br>While playing<br>While driving<br>While eating<br>While shopping<br>While discussing<br>While using the loo<br>While worshiping<br>Even while worshiping<br>At the altar of regeneration<br>For everywhere<br>Is my table, my pen and my paper<br>Ever available and ready</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The orgasm you graciously confer<br>Makes me<br>Talk alone<br>Laugh alone<br>Hum alone<br>Shout alone<br>Sing alone<br>Mourn alone<br>Rejoice alone<br>Imprison myself in a one man jail<br>Without visitations and recreations<br>And wake in the middle of the night<br>To light my candle to jot down messages<br>Sometimes shredded in maddening anger<br>Paper littered everywhere <br>As in a mad man's lair <br> <br>Some madness? <br>But you give me no ranting <br>With uncoordinated speech<br>Nor murmuring its spouse<br>But elevated and heavenly language<br>Like a tongue-speaking believer<br>Free of empty babbling<br>For only wisdom is dispensed <br>From this fountain founded <br>For those appointed <br>To drink from the everlasting <br>Vent of life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The crowd I follow not<br>But my spirit and conviction<br>And the steps of my sight <br>I follow not<br>But the voice of my heart<br>Maybe I am a fool<br>Maybe I am mad<br>Maybe I am like all prophets<br>Not celebrated at home<br>But one thing I do know<br>Is that the madness <br>Called writing has nothing <br>To do with much learning<br>That tends towards madness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(C) Chris Jibero.2010.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Chris+Jibero">Chris Jibero</a><div class=q>
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Insight, 
Perception, 
Inspiration, 
Motivation, 
Or just some madness? 
I know not which
But it's intense
Alive and dense
And like a benign deluge 
Comes it to irrigate an arid 
Heart harrowed for dry season 
Planting and inundates the fie..."></div>
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