On the wings like those of an eagle she craved to soar,
With the undeterred courage of a wild boar,
But you fell oh my darling child in a quest to find prosperity,
Now you are enveloped by the repulsive odour of poverty
...
That year i remember it,
We, the people were hungry i know,
We would awake ever so early,
To dance to the rumbling tune of our stomachs,
...
Never will I,
plunge into that pool,
filled with devilish screams of agony,
and of overflowing emotions as times forge on,
...
The break of dawn beckons,
To the refined tune of my heart's desire, i rise,
Enticed by the melliflous chirping of a bird afar,
Today is the day, i shout silently:
...
The rhythmic beat of the blood pulsating in my veins says a story. A tale whose meaning trascends ordinary comprehension and the intellectual definition of normalcy. It is a spontaneous overflow of the innermost, emotions and the sophisticated constituents of my head's grey matter. It is freedom to live, to breath, to love and to thrive. It is a profound burst of intangible energy. It is the chilling thrill of POETRY! ! !)
Come Now, Child
On the wings like those of an eagle she craved to soar,
With the undeterred courage of a wild boar,
But you fell oh my darling child in a quest to find prosperity,
Now you are enveloped by the repulsive odour of poverty
The cemetery now waits impatiently for your flesh,
For your blood ceased long ago to be fresh,
When you were seduced by the rich man's essence,
And for a song, to these vultures you sold your innocence,
Thus they decimated mercilessly your feminine being,
Trampling over you body like some worthless thing,
Like two mutually overflowing rivers, they emerge,
At the very core of my existence the salty waters converge
For wasted you are and nothing of your soul is there to gather
Come now oh daughter, find solace in this bosom of thy mother,
Hold on to my hand ever so tight,
Together we will chase away that fearsome sight.
It takes a man to do a man's work but it takes a boy to become that man.