Owe how the aura changes through
the different phases of life
You can't be in it without being of it
Everything you do has a trickle effect
Everything you say has a side effect
Affixiated on the dew that just evaporated
Engulfed in a state you wish could be eliminated
The evil of money will never end
Embedded obsessions of pigmented paper
long ago separation of life by fascination
Arranging these lines like an audible mime
My true rederick is the ultimate frederick
We were born to love and procreate
but all you do is protest and ululate
Looking back through windows of pain
the glass is cracked but the frames remain
Spirits up above together we've become one
even under the pressure of satan's thumb
What was once has become done
The day you fear death is the
day life wins
Life-love-lies-you decide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Carl Bond. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks