More Reflections Recited

AN EPITAPH Will liberty ring out again, beneath the cries of human rights can freedom's name survive, dissembling and lies; Will duty from its prison flee throw off its shackled memory, is respect just a word, spoken,but never heard: How long, how long 'til I becomes thee ? when ,when, will ego bend the knee, the victim is not me my friend, my friend,it's we. Who rings this bell of liberty truly sounds,our culture's death knell. YESTERDAY Where are our yesterdays here today gone tomorrow- a page in history oftime forgotten, the past buried- fragments of memory unearthed by a voice a song a photograph- lived again through a sepia lens ACROSS A ROOM Beauty is something we see with individual eyes, deep within our soul,resides attraction,waiting ,asleep yet longing to be aroused; Our need to be recognised, a desire to recognise, reciprocate and hold close subtle scents,inherent and so universally held; A certain something unique, intercourses between eyes, a novel read by a glance in seconds,might last a lifetime indelibly imprints,love; Only time,can reveal imperfections of conceit, when ego retreats and aborts the frail foetus in pools of recrimination. Listen to me read these poems on youtube under name ichthyschiro