Kerby's Poetry: “The prickly crown”by Kerby L. Marcelin

Kerby's Poetry: “The prickly crown”by Kerby L. Marcelin: Abandoned   in the nocuous wind of the   hidden sins... Grew simultaneously with the tree of glory... I cry but beautify my tears......

Kerby's Poetry: “The Land Of Fire” By Kerby L. Marcelin

Kerby's Poetry: “The Land Of Fire” By Kerby L. Marcelin: We were forced to abandon our pulchritudinous land and family.... We were embedded as objects in this hellish sea... Our last memo...

Kerby's Poetry: “Sweet Hell Near Bitter Paradise” by Kerby L. Marc...

Kerby's Poetry: “Sweet Hell Near Bitter Paradise” by Kerby L. Marc...: It’s legal to say Earth isn’t a planet... Not my fault! It’s just a strange star with a hidden luminosity.. Its light’s simply invis...

Kerby's Poetry: “The Perpetual Winter” by Kerby L. Marcelin

Kerby's Poetry: “The Perpetual Winter” by Kerby L. Marcelin: With the fresh tilt of the Blue Planet’s axis... Number of daylight hours start decreasing.. the pulchritude of nature is being exti...

“The Perpetual Winter” by Kerby L. Marcelin

With the fresh tilt of the Blue Planet’s axis...

Number of daylight hours start decreasing..

the pulchritude of nature is being extirpated..

The waters become  the victims of the glaciers...

The mountains are dressed all white..

The sun is  frightened  by the voracity of the dark clouds..

The path of the birds is trapped by the inexorable wind...

The flowers are brutalized, and forced to dream out loud..

With the feeling that they’ll be conserved for the next game..

 Every sin will begin with an end...

Humans are now wishing to be as golden as the polar bear..

Million of mysterious deaths..

But tears can’t be less than frozen..

The Morning and the Night stop competing, finally both are chosen..

More than the mystery of the seasons...

It’s an icy heart....

Where the light of Aphrodite lost its path..

It can only be warmed by what?

All heaven can say is by the fire of love..

“La Face De Juda”par Kerby Marcelin

On est à l’aube...

En attendant le lever du soleil pour nous imprégner de lumière..

ô! Dieu, Nous sommes enclavés par cet aigrefin..

L’oeil factice, visage décharné, non-fictif, mais plutôt la vieille arme d’un geôlier.....

Toujours ainsi prêt à enlaidir l’arbuste du succès...

Il est féru de trahison...

Le “Missi Dominici” de l’amertume...

Médicastre de l’inamovible Cupidon...

Galimatias provoqué par l’irascibilité de Poséidon...

Sa haine est un contrat indissolube...

Donc, son sang rougeâtre/bleuâtre embrasse un crime irrémissible..

cette lampée, nous apporte des faits cauchemardesques “Ad Vitam Aetenam”...

En même temps, éradiquée la maladie de cet être verbeux”Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam”

Elle n’a pas cassé trois pattes à un canard...

Mais elle nous a adouci le ton... 

“ELPIS Theory”by Kerby Marcelin

Head surrounded  by the rainbow...

Face with the luminosity of Sirius...

Feet as pillars of fire...

Blow out the flames of Olympus...

Spinning toward the sound of the lightning of victory...

Lean on Eros’ throne along his red sky...

Defeat the power of Hades’ cruelty...

Evoke the enthusiasm of  a cursed pride...

A sage bird’s twitting the human concept in a positivistic and natural approach...

A creek that intersects the path where life and death meet...

A flower that’s growing without purpose, value,meaning, and love...

Hence, she’s just an omnipotent who reproduces the silence of a sacred seed...

A ravishing one who adopts the symbol of an optimistic and mysterious future which is HOPE!!!

  

KARINA by Kerby L.Marcelin

Nei tuoi occhi scintillanti, vedo la mia vita...

Sono ostaggio alla vostra immagine...

Cosi, il cuore pieno di segni grandiosi...

riddure il mio pessimismo, arricchire il mio coraggio...

L’odore dei tuoi capelli ricci diventa ancora mi ubriaco..

Piu profondamente, l’odio ha davvero affondato...

Ancora, l’amore è cosi vittorioso...

Ma l’orgoglio mi fa estremamente curioso...

ô!! siete una rosa punteggiati d’oro...

Per favore, permettere che l’amore di assere immortale!!!

Indifference’s victory by Kerby Marcelin and Dino Koljenovic

Indifference is the simplicity that isn’t included

Is the complexity that growls, but can’t be used

Everyday we approach to the tomb

Difficult to know what is good, what is wrong

This train which hides behind my back

What bothers but I can’t get rid of

Hatred is flowing in the ambitious heart

Seek the path of the fallible one, way less than tough

Ethnology is another thing

Well, this golden heart assumes our visions and feelings

Each one of us has those terms in action

Love, hate, fear, bravery, weakness, strength, failure, and triumph

Rich or poor, we must embellish this ocean side

We have the same blood

Black, yellow or white

We must avoid the difference and let shine

The world should be designed by an inescapable fact, which is love

“The Red Ocean” by Kerby Marcelin

So close but invisible

Deeper! but closer! every time, we betray  nature’s soul

Even wider than the Pacific ocean

Major body of poisoned blood beautified by the red sand

Principal component of the Bloodosphere

 Which separates tolerance and respect from corruption

This is where all our hate flows, and the renaissance of fear

It is where there’s no optimism, but the blind solution

It assumes an unpardonable crime which brings nightmarish facts

It is the nonsense caused by the irritability of Neptune

That embraces an indissoluble contract

There, we can touch and kiss the secret moon

Its inhabitants possess an adipose fin like the one of the rainbow trout

And also locked with fear’s root

In fact, It is located in the heart of each of us

Its mission is to inundate the truth  and beautify the lies within the dust

The unobtrusive  boat lies calmly  on its  fist

It’s the vast south for the fist time behind the grandiose north

A miracle, yes entirely reddish

Only one single thing can make it blue, LOVE

“The prickly crown”by Kerby L. Marcelin

Abandoned  in the nocuous wind of the  hidden sins...

Grew simultaneously with the tree of glory...

I cry but beautify my tears...

With a gladiatorial sword, i fight against my fears...

Life unfriends me...

And death kisses me..

I ignore her kiss...

I run  toward  the throne of the giants...

I applaud  myself every time, I try to reach success..

I’ve been punished for walking near the road of failure ,

I recognize my mistakes...

I struggle to exclude them from my  fame...

I’ve been thrown...

As a boomerang, I am still crowned...

I drop my excuses...

yet, i take full responsibility of  my future...

I reject my sophism...

Now i represent the soul of Socrates...

I’m the one who never see his own face...

But already embellish trillion of faces...

I faced  my obstacles by racing...

 I learn how to believe in myself...

I stand  confidently, i don’t let my body apologise for my presence anymore...

I failed million  of  times before...

I simply succeed once...

Wow!  this success will  dazzle  for ever...

“Sweet Hell Near Bitter Paradise” by Kerby L. Marcelin

It’s legal to say Earth isn’t a planet...

Not my fault! It’s just a strange star with a hidden luminosity..

Its light’s simply invisible, but with a visible unfairness...

The Scientist is naturally the thinker...

The realist only scrutinizes the mind of the optimist, and the heart of the of the pacifist...

His last statement can’t be more complex  than “That’s just the way it is”..

You might cogitate that the speaker commits a fallacy...

Non-sequitur or Red Herring? His argument is the fire that’s burning you, but you can’t feel...

You’ll comprehend once you have a knowledge of the reason you die...

Sure, it’s not  that wise!!

Remember before wisdom, there was the  capacity of a pure mind...

Why I hate the philosopher??

Ask the slave, he’ll state “All men are created equal” but why slavery sir?”

Words marry actions to perfume the flowers that should be watered...

They’re the gums that are chewed incessantly , but never lose their tastes..

so when the wars defeat themselves with grace...

Kill him for his uncritical words, then pray...

Come to bitter paradise first

Leave by sweet hell

“One More Step”by Kerby L. Marcelin

I breathe in solitude in between the black sands

Where hunger’s gnawing my stomach with a chain

Where cold is twisting my skin, and it wins

I play and laugh, when i feel pain

I just need one single step to gurgle out here

But one more step, the Sun will stop shining

One more step,the plants will stop growing

One more step, the stars will stop sparkling

I call it the infernal moon because it enriches the night

Still one more step, the oceans will be dry

One more step, Lamb will be transformed into Lion

One more step, peace will be  engulfed with the sound of blood and iron

One more step, Eros’ reign is done

One more, the time of the sacred darkness will come

It’ll be time to say the last verse

Just one more step, there will be no universe

         

“The Land Of Fire” By Kerby L. Marcelin

We were forced to abandon our pulchritudinous land and family....

We were embedded as objects in this hellish sea...

Our last memory was the perfumed wind of our fields...

The cries of our children and women have bitten our heart severely....

Bound by chains and shackles doing the long march towards the shadow of another land...

Probably   a  very different planet...

Hunger was our only friend...

The smell of our bodies made us mute and bang...

These chains were rusty with our acid sweats running off our knees

We were treated worse than horses

we were sold ,and betrayed by our own brothers...

we were crowned by a tenacious anger...

They knew our strength, and that’s the reason we were used for...

That handles the pride in our eyes, and sweeten our tears...

 Finally, we defeat all the fears, and climb the splendid hill of liberty...

Ethnocentrism has shrouded  our mind, with unity and faith we  trembled the throne..

"If The Fire Doesn't Burn"by Kerby L. Marcelin

I am dying of thirst near a fountain filled with victory...

Hot/sultry like fire, swimming in the subglacial lakes of Antarctic...

Stark naked, dressed as the flowers of liberty...

I laugh by weeping, and wait without hope...

Poor! while cultivating a golden field....

Walking in the desert with a heart full of bellicose trees...

Clear as crystal, floating in the winds of darkness...

Powerful! i am, but without strength and power...

I dream of an optimistic world.....

A world where silence is aimed authentically by the thanatophobic...

Where positivism defines the human concept in pure words...

Revelates the value of our natural meaning....

I am the unique hazard of the narcissism...

which is centered on the sophisticated modern culture of the universe...

But i am also the inescapable sight of the truth...

Still the hidden ground of the confused believers...

I am always the victim...

when i held the torch of victory....

Death doesn't make me tremble...

The only fear i have is the shadow of life...

There are two roads that diverge....

That's why this fire isn't able to burn my sacred world...

But embellish the fruits of peace...

Perfume the starry sky...

Sweeten the bitter taste of failure...

And lock Cupid's pride deep inside

“In Vino Veritas” by Kerby L. Marcelin

I dream of a world where every grain of sand is a castle of the truth

Where every rock in the river is a moon for the cursed night

Where every twit of a bird creates a jovial mood

Where every leaf of a tree can heal the scars left by the lies

It’s hysterical how the ashes of the golden words fly

Now the blood of the sacred ones must flow

Their ravishing value will never die

They merely aim to make the future glow

They were chained up by Hades’ anger

They’d like to swim out but they never

They were forced to worship the long tail of hunger

Their tears are an ocean for every sinner

The good news is Mr. Alcohol can effortlessly liberate them

Less sophisticated, they’re the authentic words that ‘ve been shaded

But now They’re being delivered along with every spit of the drunk man

It’s unobtrusive when his heart allows them to be said