Thursday, March 10, 2016
I Want To Rule
I want my heart to rule the world,
I wish that doors open us to the graves,
I will want them to close in two goes,
My vanishing master is at odds with me.
Inner peace is a vision of the realer folk,
Souls have a burden of the same time,
This soul is of the brethren that decay,
This soul is of the enlightened souls.
My books are like the farms of the old world,
In their cattle is the grass all chewed,
In the mighty barns are the weird tiles,
Offering me unity and being peace of word.
The heart is good in the authority of the real,
The realer men endure us with our teachings,
They thrust their ears in the fingers,
This time of the reality, this fortunate desire.
Topic(s) of this poem: ruler