Triple Agent, Double Cross by Janvier Chando and Janvier Tisi (Kindle Edition - Dec 15, 2010) - Kindle eBook
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Love’s Premonition
I was deep in my worries,
When I saw my true love.
I was haunted by my fatherland,
When we first met.
My wish is to grow old.
My fatherland stalled my approach.
My fatherland muted the expression of my love.
My mind was a coward for my desires.
My heart jostled in its imprisonment.
How can I reconcile them?
Love’s Perception
She sees the glint and she is attracted.
She does not move because she is committed.
I do not push because I am jealous
I am jealous because I am insecure.
And our suppressed desires to love are polarized,
And the polarization is from the lack of transfusion.
Love’s Time
Time magnifies love’s frustration and desperation.
Time gradually erodes its commitment, not its attachment.
Time exposes the delusions of possessive love.
How rosy love’s illusions become.
How committed we are to love.
How I dream of a binding company.
How I lament being torn away.
But we are always together.
Someone shares portions of us.
The Spark
I lost her as I closed in on her.
In self-reproach I still love.
Six months is long for the sustenance of hope.
Yet I maintained my dream for her.
Yachting like a lord I dreamed.
Yearning like the dreamer I hoped.
I braved it to my predator’s den.
I shook in anxiety for a confession.
Her void sealed the burden of love.
Escape is the route from the predator.
Love belittles six thousand miles.
Love made an ignoramus of me too.
A man was already in her life.
Desperation and anticipation make good confessions.
Do not ask me why until now.
Do not tell me I am late.
Do not tell me there would be two masters.
Do not tell me you can serve one only.
Time changes the heart, I hoped.
Time brings an understanding, I believed.
Silence brews doubt.
Silence’s doubt promises loathe.
My next encounter changed nothing,
Maledictions are loathsome replies.
External forces are in play again.
Their defects are making me to fail.
She is still my true love, I realized.
She still might not be able to forgive me.
She is alone now, but destiny and distance,
Sage forces of this mysterious world,
Seem bent on separating us further.
Poem from The Union Moujik (The Union Muzhik)
Poem from The Union Moujik (The Union Muzhik)
The Union Moujik by Janvier Chando (Jul 25, 2005)
The Union Muzhiks
The struggle continues for the
Union Muzhiks.
Our struggle began with the
creation of Soyuz
Republic,
That December night gave it
life.
That day of the Soviet Union’s burial.
Union Muzhiks have realized the
dream of humanity.
Union Muzhiks have an envied
republic to call home,
Not in arrogance, but in
appreciation of their humanism.
Selfish nationalists have
destroyed a struggling epoch,
But we are reliving its reformed
version in our union republic.
Our epoch embodies bread, love,
morality, solidarity and wine.
Union Muzhiks do not judge by
the color of the skin.
Ethnicity, nationality, race,
religion or ideologies have no basis,
Soyuz Republic of Muzhiks doesn’t
harbor bias.
Union Muzhiks judge the mind
only for the sake of progress.
Union Muzhiks appreciate
humanity’s worth.
Union Muzhiks do not shriek with
hatred but smile with joy.
Union Republic of Muzhiks has a
new breed of humans.
Union Muzhiks have minds that
strive to enlighten.
Union Muzhiks never forsake
their fellow humans.
Not until serenity becomes an
integral part of our world.
Union Muzhiks, Union Muzhiks…
