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@toybulldog wrote:
@Forget Me Not wrote:
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translation of poem:
Here’s a little something
that I wrote in leet
granted it looks bloody awful
but is still pretty neatWhat is in a name?
both everything and nothing
at all,
merely illusion
with perceived meaningonly fleeting mortal fancy
given form
The hope, the joy
the lies and tradgedies
entire lifetimes spent
searching for something more
… substancial
than our moniker definitionTis a gypsy I be
I sojourn on your unwelcome glances,
the passages between our world’s
are like dungeon’s to your castles.
O frigid voices of Humanity
sheltered beasts lie within;
I talk in tongues
foreign to your ear’s
in you I instill fear.
In the darkness
you hunger for my touch,
you thirst for that which
you do not understand.
I am freedom
from all societies restraints;
you lust after my knowledge
for a gypsy I be
I roam the lands content and free
so cross my palm with gold my dear
let my heart tell you what I see….A Story Dwelling
There are may rooms in my Father’s house..
(John 14:2)I have a vision of you in the Nineteen Sixties.
I can’t really see you beyond that.
Not for a while,
Not for the life of me.I see Saint James’ in September
And the marrying of your love
Elizabeth
Beth
Betty.
Thin, dark suit –
Masculine mystery
Shaving bowl
Magnified by the young.It’s as if speaking for you then,
I answer everything asked for now.
Handclasping your boy on Sarsfield Road.Now, another future memory graft:
Dublin Port and Docks,
A construct of oil and sinew,
Your black hair and boots.
Fledgling Father,
A blaze of blue eyes burning blur holes
In the glare of your unborn son
Tobacco fingers.I sense your family take flight
Bungalow, Inchicore
Towards the single story built by your own hands.
Some semblance of me –
Too soon.
In retreat I allow all become outline,
Let all begin fade.
I shall always see you younger now.
Younger than I have ever been.For all the letters of the alphabet and all the gatherings of words in the greatest of dictionaries and thesaurus; for every configuration and assembly of all those letters and all those words, I have nevertheless run out of superlatives to describe your poetry, Sgt.
By Christ, you are undoubtedly a genius, though.Angel
with crippled grace
and broken wings
I do wander
heading to where a nightingale sings
towards the sunrise yonderlook not to I
with eyes vieled in falsehoods
for I am but a lost cause
caught in dark and sleepless woods
the unsung victim of your ceaseless warsa matyr sacrificed
for something I never believed in
my innocence you never heard
as you condemned me to die for your sin
only listening to a truth that you preferred
your spear stabbed in my side when
I had already died withinQuestion
who was the greater evil
Mephisto or Faust?
He who was the weevil
gourging on forbidden fruit
or he that accepted him into his house?@Sgt Pepper wrote:
A Story Dwelling
There are may rooms in my Father’s house..
(John 14:2)I have a vision of you in the Nineteen Sixties.
I can’t really see you beyond that.
Not for a while,
Not for the life of me.I see Saint James’ in September
And the marrying of your love
Elizabeth
Beth
Betty.
Thin, dark suit –
Masculine mystery
Shaving bowl
Magnified by the young.It’s as if speaking for you then,
I answer everything asked for now.
Handclasping your boy on Sarsfield Road.Now, another future memory graft:
Dublin Port and Docks,
A construct of oil and sinew,
Your black hair and boots.
Fledgling Father,
A blaze of blue eyes burning blur holes
In the glare of your unborn son
Tobacco fingers.I sense your family take flight
Bungalow, Inchicore
Towards the single story built by your own hands.
Some semblance of me –
Too soon.
In retreat I allow all become outline,
Let all begin fade.
I shall always see you younger now.
Younger than I have ever been.
Close your eyes my little one,
Close your eyes and dream,
You can be anyone,
Anyone you dream.
You can go anywhere,
Do anything,
Be anyone,
Just close your eyes,
And dreams your dreams …Don’t even try to understand everything.
Don’tever be afraid to try to make things better.
You might be surprised after the results.
Don’t ever take the word of elders.
You should never feel threaned by the future.
Take life one day at a time.
Don’t ever guilty about the past.
There is always someone out there to reach.
But don’t stop loving or believing.
Don’t ever stop dreaming your dreamssomeday you’ll find it , the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers, and me……
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