To keep names after names is a religious attitude,
Being benign as the wind of the southern and northern
Skies is tricky, for you drive a fiction and fact,
And a novel and a blast, fulfilling my mines of gold.
The geographic position is along the yards and feet,
A special post given to the eye, a solid action of the heart.
My name is my action, for itself I claim the burden
And suffering of so many years and ages of statements.
It is my sacrifice containing the fluid of a day and night,
The blow to the bleeding heart commands respect, for
The respect is too strong, and this is the respectable one,
The one I control to the heavenly heights of our being.
To cast away the solution of the heart is a goal for devils,
But their profession is condemned, and you not.
My solutions badly describe the hearty matters of this life,
A life of martyrdom and sacred acts, so then they lament!
Wednesday, January 10, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: name