Saturday, January 28, 2012
Not On My Record
No devils or charms can outdo the wonder of you,
Under the tissues and clouds we suffer
As forthright and individual victims
Forwards in movement.
Nothing like space frowns on us,
Loathing the wonders of you
Shall cast a sin on my record,
Frightening thunder is heard.
May we excel in normal activities,
Inflame no one and nothing,
As we canter and gallop like the
Beautiful ones who are horses.
Let us see when others do not,
In the theories of men and women
Who are bold and daring
As horses so beautiful.
I dare to think what you think,
As thinking with mellowness
Inhibits the whole stream of evils,
In the streams of youth