A letter to my dear,
Sons and daughters
In a foreign language
Not known in my time,
But with hope in yours.
Where they may have fixed the
Imbalance of life.
I wish not to depress you,
But repress your mind
As my first impression is to point
A finger to time
The one whom answers
Questions in installments.
For this man once put me on stage
And my agenda was to impress
Twice to the infinite I could count
But I couldn’t find that one in my life.
Where are you?
Thus the nature I was born in,
Is to interest the world
And not bore it with normality
Not knowing that peace comes in many ways
For this foreign language
Seems to be a new era
Of blank pages that could be
Filled with one word
GREATNESS.
For yesterday I did things of shame
That are great for a story
That would become fame
Just the perfect ice breaker in my time.
Tip for if you ever find\have TIMEtoTRAVEL
Thus my vote belonged to extinction,
Since…
Justice is a commodity
Of the rich
As poverty is beautiful
Beautiful without the eye’s of the lens.
Though I don’t have doesn’t mean
Am not/I can’t
As My sight is set to the sky
Chasing a flower in the clouds as
I am still on the ground investing an idea.
Thus the gap of the market to success
Is the economics of humanities fate
As the scarcity of fear rises
Demand and supply seem to be losing
In a relation of ships
At bay lacking goods.
On this graphic coordinates
Just may you understand
Humanity has no time to
Find you in the dark
For smoke signals will be put out
Neither translate your existence
If it’s not the curiosity that killed the cat.
Like “Chuck Norris whom speaks French in Russian”.
For they live on a constant
Quote status of
“I am available, but busy
At school watching a movie,
While at work
With a battery about to die
So I can’t talk, Whats App only
In a meeting at the gym
Sleeping on urgent calls only.”
As I myself live knowing
I speak a FOREIGN LANGUAGE ……
What is your translation of my existence???
For it seems your mistaken and troubled.
For generations to come.
Yours sincerely;
Poet Kiri
N. HANNY L.
PS: Life has gone digital
Thus its STATUS RATED ®.
Yours truly;
Is to be the ONE.
©Hansmind, 2016
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
A letter to my dear,
Sons and daughters
In a foreign language
Not known in my time,
But with hope in yours.
Where they may have fixed the
Imbalance of life.
I wish not to depress you,
But repress your mind
As my first impression is to point
A finger to time
The one whom answers
Questions in installments.
For this man once put me on stage
And my agenda was to impress
Twice to the infinite I could count
But I couldn’t find that one in my life.
Where are you?
Thus the nature I was born in,
Is to interest the world
And not bore it with normality
Not knowing that peace comes in many ways
For this foreign language
Seems to be a new era
Of blank pages that could be
Filled with one word
GREATNESS.
For yesterday I did things of shame
That are great for a story
That would become fame
Just the perfect ice breaker in my time.
Tip for if you ever find\have TIMEtoTRAVEL
Thus my vote belonged to extinction,
Since…
Justice is a commodity
Of the rich
As poverty is beautiful
Beautiful without the eye’s of the lens.
Though I don’t have doesn’t mean
Am not/I can’t
As My sight is set to the sky
Chasing a flower in the clouds as
I am still on the ground investing an idea.
Thus the gap of the market to success
Is the economics of humanities fate
As the scarcity of fear rises
Demand and supply seem to be losing
In a relation of ships
At bay lacking goods.
On this graphic coordinates
Just may you understand
Humanity has no time to
Find you in the dark
For smoke signals will be put out
Neither translate your existence
If it’s not the curiosity that killed the cat.
Like “Chuck Norris whom speaks French in Russian”.
For they live on a constant
Quote status of
“I am available, but busy
At school watching a movie,
While at work
With a battery about to die
So I can’t talk, Whats App only
In a meeting at the gym
Sleeping on urgent calls only.”
As I myself live knowing
I speak a FOREIGN LANGUAGE ……
What is your translation of my existence???
For it seems your mistaken and troubled.
For generations to come.
Yours sincerely;
Poet Kiri
N. HANNY L.
PS: Life has gone digital
Thus its STATUS RATED ®.
Yours truly;
Is to be the ONE.
©Hansmind, 2016
Hello again to all.
Thanks a lot for your support each and every day.
MAY YOU READ , ENJOY, LIKE AND SHARE ALL AROUND THE WORLD.
Thank you so much again.
( The ending poem of collection STATUS RATED R.)