VampireVampireIn this coffin, passing my days like a NosferatuDreaming of gaining a salvation that I have lostThe world begins and it ends with youAnd your image burns me like Golgotha's CrossAnd soon the sun will be too strong for us allAnd its rays giving us an epidermal plagueThough warnings have been written on the wallHoly hieroglyphs proved too complex, or too vagueAlthough undead, our thirst is insatiableAnd only Mother nurses us and we suckle Her dryTo the midnight moon the shadowless bats flyUnseen in mirrors, just as to your eyes, I am invisible. -DVH, 28 April 1999
SisyphusSisyphusThere is a place for sinners like usMaybe it lies in our minds or our heartsOr under the earth guarded by CerberusWhere our spirits are eternally torn apartIn the mythos of the Ancients GreeksThe center of all suffering is named TartarusIt is where souls starve or boulders pushed to a peekOnly to roll back down, such is the plight of SisyphusWhen the sun is ash and dustWhen all the old gods dieSisyphus will still blindly roll the rock to the azimuthAfter Mnemosyne forgets the reason whyYou think support, but I feel a pushAnd I feel the push, I feel the push everydayYou think it will bring me higher, reach the topBut all you do when you push me is push me away. &
NostalgiaNostalgiaIn the Book of Nostalgia, memories were scatteredSmall images, smaller than this hand of mineImages that mummified the days of our livesWhere and when no sadness could stop its timeHello followed by good-bye are the cruelest wordsHow funny it is that my pillars of the era youngAre no longer present to hold me upHold me up because I cannot alone before the everfading sunHello without official good-byes to prepare the heartAs you all disappear to let me know I will never see you againI can never see you again, in dreams you are but hologramsAnd no farewell warning to let me know I will be rend apartI can never see you again, there was no emotional good-byeNo holding on until your finger went cold and blueJesus Christ and his silent Father never told me whyIn those nights of nostalgia, I cried while remembering you.
An Instant in Your HandsAn Instant in Your HandsSlowly dancing in the winter's airLike white ink spots in the sterile skyTo paint beautiful silence in my despairThey descend before the window and before my eyesTomorrow is another day for those who choose to dieBut for those who live, it is all the sameThe desert is still sand, the desert is still dryAnd so is my throat as I swallow your nameClone me like He clones you a thousand timesSo that I may melt in an instant in your hands. -DVH, late Jan. 1999
WinterWinterThe sky sprayed whipped cream all over the worldTo cover the earthy dirtiness of fallSnowflakes descend in intricate twirlsAnd children fight with marshmallow-like snowballsThe air is crisp and cold like angular iceMouths like chimneys, breathe out smokeDancers on skates slide and sliceAnd beggars in the snow are still brokeDoes Christmas celebrate Jesus or Santa?Hurrying shoppers gather where gifts are soldAnd families reunited in the beautiful basilicaBut a wandering poet still feels solitude's cold. -DVH, 10 Jan. 2001
The ExamThe ExamWe all sat on small wooden chairs and all had a little desk,On which lied a sheet of recycled paper and a sharpened pencil.Some chatted their nervosity; others were stressed silent.An announcement rushed out like a tide of water: the rules of the test ...The surveilleur's voice came from above in an echo;Amplified, neutral yet threatening, as it spoke of punishmentWe all began to write the exam, whether injured or healthy;Whether we were unprepared or ready and tired from last night'sStudying; whether our grandparents just died or our rich daddy just bought usA gift. No matter what, we all had to be there and for dear life try.The same questions were asked to everyone, although they presented different plights.And although the surveilleur could respond to our demands, he might not rescue us.After, no one knows what happens, whether we pass or fail ...If we worked hard instead of partying, there might not be a difference.Some claim that one would move on to other