all i know must i hide
this is to remind you
of why
i must hide all i know
knowing i hide
what i sow
here inside all the words.
each memory of they
they of each mind
from father to daughter
having no other
you knew i had plans for you
but you left me
with no way too know.
so each of you
and you,
i again reach out,
and 'within each
when you read then you know.
I smile at the psychometric
my break from, 'Steven Hawkins..
truly what when asking he, is reality
thinking you think that i am
not like you but kind some other
when no other like you
it was, it is that i am
i am past then that now i am
if i have disappointed you
it is only i think because
no one did for me what i did for her
some one i never was
in my sorrow
not being that of which to you
i think you thought i was
but some are now corrupt
and i was trying to make you proud
i am just, like you and you
i just did not have time for me.
i make no comparisons
philosophically speaking
and only of this would you know
except for the brutal conscienceless death
i have indentured to all the best
speaking of course about books.
But then,
you are not susceptible to flattery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem