The suffering, the pain
It all adds up to nothing
Too much has been forgotten
Will life continue to go on?
This quiet injustice
Never given a moment’s thought
The silent screams of those who have fallen
Reaching out to the lost
The blood shed, the bodies burned
The innocent lives taken
The nightmare remains with the dead
And for them vengeance will never be sought
This quiet injustice
Never given a moment’s thought
The silent screams of those who have fallen
Reaching out to the lost
On the day I die, when I’m beingcarried toward the grave, don’t weep.Don’t say, ‘He’s gone! He’s gone!’Death has nothing to do with going away.The sun sets and the moon sets,but they’re not gone. Deathis a coming together.The tomb looks like a prison,but it’s really releaseinto Union.The human seed goes down in the groundlike a…
Meadows with yellow cowslips all aglow,Glory of sunshine on the uplands bare,And faint and far, with sweet elusive flow,The Wood-dove’s plaintive call,‘O where! where! where!’ Straight with old Omar in the almond groveFrom whitening boughs I breathe the odors rareAnd hear the princess mourning for her loveWith sad unwearied plaint,‘O where! where! where!’ New madrigals…
The mordants in their noise,the night transports. A means of coming tothe switchyard of the tongue. To have onceset such store by forced creatures.Not changed toward something of my own.The towns raised chaffed seas to ground them.In that frieze before storm you went on.Effigy loomed out of cornfield. Futureinside its trussed forms.
My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,While comments of your praise, richly compiled,Reserve their character with golden quillAnd precious phrase by all the Muses filed.I think good thoughts whilst other write good words,And like unletter’d clerk still cry ‘Amen’To every hymn that able spirit affordsIn polish’d form of well-refined pen.Hearing you praised, I say…
I am hereTrying to be strongFighting for my freedomBut you won’t let go My dreams flying awayThe heart-break is near, what will I sayI fall, I scream, but no one hearsSinking to this floor, can’t hold on anymorePraying that angels will catch my soul I am runningTrying to just stay aliveBut soon you catch upAnd…
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,And I will comment upon that offence;Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,Against thy reasons making no defence.Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill,To set a form upon desirèd change,As I’ll my self disgrace, knowing thy will,I will acquaintance strangle and look strange,Be…
