Eternal Sunset, Empty Eyeballs

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”
― Fernando Pessoa

So empty these eyeballs I see

Dry of imaginations mysteries

Do they feel what I feel?

Plain truth lives deceits

Audience do they seek in me

To witness some silent speech

Far off can they heave?

Into vastness of eternities

Empty eyeballs

Eyeballs emptied

Singular Heart Loves and Hates

You know these things as thoughts, but your thoughts are not your experiences, they are an echo and after-effect of your experiences: as when your room trembles when a carriage goes past. I however am sitting in the carriage, and often I am the carriage itself.
I am a man who thinks like this, the dichotomy between thinking and feeling, intellect and passion, has really disappeared. He feels his thoughts. He can fall in love with an idea. An idea can make him ill.
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Can this all be translated ?

All of that I see around

So many dreams, hopes

Beauty, art, love and love lost

Right words I can find

Much I can write

But it's all fleeting

And I forget to stop

A word only writes

And life goes on

What does all this mean to me ?

So many shapes and size

I try and fix designs

Should I open my third eye

Roam in the attics of my mind

Soon everything's so vague

To see a pattern

Of a lantern in the dark

Eyes only see

And life goes on 

I love the words and I hate them too

I see it not and I see it too

Same road, but it goes two ways

Singular heart loves and hates.