How did I breathe? I was sedated to believe,
Hate is a tale only existing in verse.
Harmony it sails, only conflicting the worst.
Warmth is an emotion, temperature is controlled in the mind.
Structure is a potion, holding tight on man kind.
How did I see? The lack of air to my lungs made me a little dizzy.
My disillusion conceived
Confusion is a bible, solitude is fiction.
Hemmingway is Charles, Ernest is Dickens
I am just a boy, you are just a girl
If life gives you rocks, I'll give you pearls
It occurs to me on this day 300 days later,
That it takes a 200 souls just to love her,
So I will regard my ghost with a tip of the hat
And mumble my obscure reality,
If you are made of matter, I am made of grind.
If you are ever frowning, I am unkind.
With you,
Forever is a feeling , now is just a word
I am the sun
and you are planet earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Even in a blind state of sadness you are still in a mixed state of happiness. For your lack of sight makes you happy as ignorance become your bliss. Just a thought of forgetfulness in this oxymoron of ordered chaos. Great Poem Man.