Thursday, April 28, 2011
You Sit There
And you sit there, tearing your face,
I am found already to be about you.
Adoration, love and splendid emotion
Fills the air of this planet of warmth.
My faces are numerous in the threatening world,
In the pleasing world the happier face emanates light
Of a certain landscape cherished in this very place.
Long love falls prey to methods of madness from the haters
Of the truth and justice in this world.
Muttering praise is absolute, sitting and standing,
Loathing has been with no objective,
Let love rule!