thank you for reminding me that the world fell,
when skies shattered and tides swelled,
fractured soil swallowed chiming bells,
and red skies raining without quell.

at this point diamonds do define me,
in ways that hope and light beam,
shadows too, but without loathing,
and i want to thank you for reminding.

i began working tirelessly,
on foundations near the deep sea,
and built until i was free,
free from your eyes and wordings.

walls were now a bounty,
and tremors were no longer felt,
and scarring helps to tie imagery,
of what morals are and how to melt.

and one day out, around, about,
i heard an old voice say,
with cracking and maliciousness,
of how the world fell that day,

i was glad in ways for diamonds,
but wondered why you had,
taken pause and how your voice said,
of how the world fell that day.

but i looked down and back,
for a second,
and i kept walking forward,
glad in ways for diamonds,

and the reminder of how the world fell that day.

She was so generous
that she left me with innumerable sorrows.

I was so selfish
that I couldn't give her anything but Love.



El egoísmo    

Ella era tan generosa
Que me dejó con incontables penas.  

Yo era tan egoísta  
Que no le pude dar nada excepto amor.

Everything else for me ends here and now...
I have found the way,
and I have discovered how.
Exactly what I will say,
and hope you all realize the time is now.

We must unite to take back what is ours.
We must work for the greater good.
We must DEMAND a fair and beautiful nation.
Where no one is judged on beliefs about creation,
Where no one can tell us we have to do this.
Where no one is born into less than livable conditions the government lets persist.
WHERE NO ONE IS HATED FOR THEIR RACE.
Where no one can stand to hate while looking love in the face.
WHERE NO ONE IS BETTER THAN THE POOREST MAN,
JUST BECAUSE THEY HAVE MORE WEALTH IN THEIR HANDS.

I AM BEGGING THE WORLD TO SEE ME.
*I just want us all to be set free

Tempestuous sky's so cold and dark,
where no bird flies save lonely lark,
'mongst the shadows, where coldness spreads,
stand sepia shapes of wooden sheds.

Oh whispering wind, what can you tell
of a life of terror and tormented hell
or torrid groans of sleepless souls
under public signs, nailed to poles.

Breath stained glass surrounds a child's shoe
an exhibit in a holocaust zoo.
Silenced bones can speak no guile
'mongst blackened ruins of brick and tile.

These broken spirits now must yield
to unmarked graves in an open field,
''O death where is thy sting ?''
'tis in the voice of these who cannot sing
and when we remember alone in the dark,
think of this place and the lonely lark.

© H V Swan

I'm sorry
I don't know if its for me
but i fell for it,
your love trap captured me.

Or is it that
I wanted to fall?
for you to catch,
don't leave me to crawl.

I'm sorry
I see you in everything
the sky that cries,
the sun that bids me for the night

I'm sorry
but baby I want to
bombard you with my love
to hold your hand
to kiss you goodnight.

I'm sorry
I can't keep this anymore
You're my comfort, my escape.
My curse, my endeavor

Its a different kind of love
but I still do,
baby, I don't want you;
I need you.

These words I cannot carry
baby, listen to me.
I just want to tell you I'm sorry
*but I'm not sorry.

Everything is perfect,
the way the planets revolve
around the sun
in a sea of galaxies,
electrons spinning circles
around the nucleus,
the double helixes
of your DNA,
the falling rain,
everything is perfect.