I lie in dreams and walk in what it seems,
Truth in the freedom which has set me free,
To see the light and understand the things
That scream out from my mind for me to see.
They have been hidden in the silence of a lie,
Virtues covered by the frenzy voice of reason,
Only to God they would cry; yet they would not die
Until I acknowledge that they were mine.
To grasp the ragged tussle from portrait pride
And hurl into flight the past and present plight
And turn that loathsome disguise into an allied
Leaving the hurt to heal in the silent blight.
For now I know that God did knew the incept view,
Taken in by opinion the wise who became fools,
When it was new there came a warmth that was true
And turned to empty self of distorted clues.
There is no shame in clinging to the feather grasp
When you find that the best thing in life is truth
It is the unspoken love we exhale in a deep gasp
Bloodied body with no fear in the mockery of mirth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem