Despues de haber no pensado en ti, tu nombre resuena denuevo en mi corazon
Arde por expresar un emocion ahogdor
En el vacio estoy cuando no estas
pero no es culpa tuya
es culpa mia por fracasar
Ganar tu corazon era mi lio, ahora es tu atencion por lo que debo luchar
Tu precencia en mi corazon a la vez que tu aucencia en mi vida traduce como una traición
Porque te conocí
si tengo que vivir sin ti
Esto es sufrir, por favor regresa los amaneceres pintados con tu color
as the day break hits the curtains, emitting a nice warm orange hue
Semejanza a tu amor.
The Stirling Castle flowers speak
To those who stop their feet and mind walking
And declares in honesty the verity of the corporeal soul
Among the insects who fill the air.
The Queens of the Castle though colourful, beautifully crafted, fresh, scented, celebrated and majestic
Will enjoy a short reign
Before they fade in the summer Sun
But the shortness of their reign
Does not traduce their glory and usefulness.
But the invisible soul smells the new life won
Sees the hope in the beauty
Hears the sound of the Chief musician
Feels the joy of the Producer.
And has Royal ascent to lounge and play
For the dancing Composer calls the tune
Tends His garden
Protects His field
Provides for His guardians.
When these Queens pass,
Next season, new proclaimers will be appointed,
And continue to personify the beauty of Him.
Scorned!
Tag Me
Label Me
With Derision, treat me
Liken me to a wet disgust
The scrawny dog dragged from the gutter depths.
Still I Shine.
I am Ablaze.
Adorned with fiery darts of pearly strings.
I am choosing to ignore the peculiarities
Of my confinement.
Shackling off identities of cultural definition
Put me to bed with pasquinade.
Cloth me with double portions
of traduce and slander.
Give me vilipends for a pillow
Carefully tuck me in with slur and trash
Dim the **** of my bedside lamp.
Watch me flutter my eyelid in restful slumber.
Hear me snore in gratitude.
Be sure of one thing-
My Outshining When I Rise.
This is the dawn of a new era
I am an alien to Your presumed assumptions
I laugh confidently
through my gap-teeth
and smiles fill my dimpled cheeks.
They want an apology for subjective humor?
- What the hell do I really care?
It'd be nice to see my detractors try and do any better...
...I would like to try to...in...traduce y'all
- To the truth of an honest opinion - Once and for all!
A poison pen
And a hypocritical conscience
Can so easily be cloaked in
High morality
Prate on
Knock them down
With words
Slay them in the name of
Public opinion
Write on
Right all the supposed wrongs
That provides fodder to pay your bills
With that pen of ignorance
With the ink of ill-will that
Masks all your inner demons
Traduce them all
Surmise
Assume
Prate
Slay
Affect moralistic outrage
The transparency of everyone else’s wrongs
Apparent to only you
Who feels the need to spare no one
And to condemn all
The power of your mighty pen
The deftness of your opinion
Acquires a following
Of feckless drones
Who lift you on high
Parading you as a modern day hero
A champion of the little man
None can see the Janus and Cant in you
Nor the hypocrisy that fuels you
Or the revenge that maintains you
You are a monster
Happy with words of destruction
No fairness
No compromise
No letting be
You are king
But only for now
The short term mind-set that compels you
Will conquer another day
Those that praise will
One day slay
The scorn of abandonment,
howls of silence
when a room entered,
the school yard clatter
community chatter,
pulpit perniciousness
traduce in speculation.
Housewives with
corrective attitudes
deft in moralistic anomalies,
snarls over the broom
with piercing eyes declaring
“Hands off
there stands the scrum of the womb”.
Yes i am a motherless child
raised in an environment
of inclement
wagging tongues,
haggish gapes
smug righteousness,
born of woman
alas not a mother!
© Harry J Horsman 2012
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