Emotions run deep, and deeper they must seep
But what do they seek?
Nothing but sheltering words,
be it from a Sheik, or a Greek.
The imagery is both out-worldly and unspeakably realistic
We try to find a way, a channel, a historical shuttle
Only to have it expressed in vague words
"Here, another puzzle".
The words dance in rhythms and riddles
Sometimes unfathomable,
Yet once aligned, they cast a spell.
The spell is poetry.. and it has a society
Countless souls, and souls yet to come
11th of August, marked the arrival of its rightful king
Tired and tireless, a lifetime of embodying poetry
O captain, my captain!
Let us roam the forgotten streets and share a bottle of cheap gin
Let us whisper inappropriate jokes into the ears of those who deem suicide a great sin!
And Let us remember that once conscious, mankind was in tragedy,
but through comedy, we found our remedy.
Rest in Pieces,
For I swear to Jesus, I can hear your laugh at "Pieces".
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC
Emotions run deep, and deeper they must seep
But what do they seek?
Nothing but sheltering words,
be it from a Sheik, or a Greek.
The imagery is both out-worldly and unspeakably realistic
We try to find a way, a channel, a historical shuttle
Only to have it expressed in vague words
"Here, another puzzle".
The words dance in rhythms and riddles
Sometimes unfathomable,
Yet once aligned, they cast a spell.
The spell is poetry.. and it has a society
Countless souls, and souls yet to come
11th of August, marked the arrival of its rightful king
Tired and tireless, a lifetime of embodying poetry
O captain, my captain!
Let us roam the forgotten streets and share a bottle of cheap gin
Let us whisper inappropriate jokes into the ears of those who deem suicide a great sin!
And Let us remember that once conscious, mankind was in tragedy,
but through comedy, we found our remedy.
Rest in Pieces,
For I swear to Jesus, I can hear your laugh at "Pieces".
