The Laughter of Madness
LIKE when cold cobble stones are Queens
without their Crowned King, only
now and when my foot-falls scream
through a suffering mostly unknown:
there's no words to express sorry
and love so the Angels shut their Eyes
saving all between the balustrades
and lost hopes of the Grace of God,
Breathe! Don't say sorry for what
you feel and through it all I Drink
for all all the good times and all
the monsters who chose the river
of dead seashells so shut your eyes
and breathe -- breathe for freedom
and expression to all our horde
of lovers, artists, and poets
So you will receive So you say
Just shine sun upon those who are
never heard, and love the despised
screaming souls of, "We are One. &
nothing more!"
:: 12-05-2016 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
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