Thou still swing in palms of others
And cease not to wee wee on backs of mothers
With endless tears when on shoulders of fathers
Enjoying the freedom before your hair turns grey
No words demand thy need but cries
Then the germination of voices that luck no lies
Becoming a teen, restless spies
Who doth explore ere their old age
The grey colour awaits for your hair
That graduates thee for self good care
For thou then art wise on life's voyage stuck nowhere
Till you find the Gray hat that symbolize long life
A pool of tales your head shall be
Around the evening fire, embarrassing the linkled face of thee
In a ring of offspring that loves to hear but does not agree
Thinking old man's words are jokes of the day
Laugh not upon looking at Gray-haired fathers
For thou still swing in palms of others
And cease not to wee wee on backs of mothers
Yet have no idea of what it takes to be wise.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC
No sun sets before a whistle calls
Inviting ears to the hat that echoes cries
With unlinsable eyes that rain oceans drowning the nose
While out still the whistle seeks replies
The crowd absorbs the deflecting sound in the night
Where the only mic is the preacher convening the ceremony
Then the whistle blows again when the sun casts bright
To remind those who forgot to summon
Not only the elders are alert by the whistle
But also hoes and shovels along with their boys
That assist in digging an underground castle
For only the burial takes with it a whistles voice
That whistle is gone come not another
But no sun sets before a whistle echoes skies
As to day it's them, tomorrow it's us, let's go gather
To the house that echoes cries.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 7:01 AM UTC
Our faults shimmer before the public
Like lies in the eyes of teens
But our good hibernate from others
Advertising our wrongs and sins
Friends and trust are what blaze our hearts
To hurt us ere our sights spot
And it takes us long to hang lens
To audit what's dense to float
We hardly contend our lacks
That lay fresh and young to cure themselves
And our needs emigrate the earth
After the betrayal from what we thought helps
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 6:56 AM UTC
Down I'll ride to my maid
Across the water to the river end I'll reach
Where I'll see several smiles
As they saw me getting off the beach
My little boat shall wish to escort me
But he neither creeps nor has legs to walk
So he keeps on jumping up and down trying to peep
And blames the trees which won't let him see me talk
My hands shall be set to take out a gift
Nothing precious but a cloth covered in red
To indicate the love I've carried all the way through
So she sees my love before I take the morning bread
The little cloth shall be smart and well presented
For he has a crash on her as he once told me
So I shall grab him off her hands if she loves him a lot
To leave my maid alone and leave our courtship free
The crowd shall party and sing on the day
Tears of joy shall drip off her eyes when I'll carry her home
But before that I shall warn my boat
To float safely over the excited winter storm
Then down I'll ride back
Across the water to the other river end I'll reach
Where I'll see several smiles
As they watch us getting off the beach.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC
I'm going down home
Where I graze to ****** hunger
And graze to feed my anger
But let me not be alone
They should welcome you too
I'm going down to the hat
That's full of comfort and love
Upon which the sun wishes to come down from above
So let me not be alone
They should welcome you too
Up above it the moon glitters
And asks the stars if they would shine
To watch me approach with friends of mine
So let me not be alone
They should welcome you too
The friendly people are waiting for me
But aren't waiting to see me alone
For they are happy to see visitors but sad to see them gone
So let me not be alone
They should welcome you too.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC