#williamblake
Though they ask you why you go
Though you question, too, yourself,
Though they wonder why your foe
Rests content in your ill health
You find peace, they know not why,
While they watch you face the breach
You feel joy, though you still cry,
As you pray with still soft speech
For these tears in sadness wept
Water ground that's dry with thirst
In the soil this sadness kept
Rouses life from what was cursed
Then you rise to find full shade
From a tree the tears did grow,
Turn to offer what God made
To the scorched who was your foe
And in silence both you sit
'Neath a tree not of your make
Mulling stories neither writ
Penned divine for both your sake.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 3:52 PM UTC
But it's all crazy, all this neo-fascist **** lately.
I guess populism's got a catchy rhythm,
if your lazy,
then it's so much harder to love me or debate me
than hate me.
Now, let's dispose of this safely: you're racist
because, either your daddy was too,
or, you're manipulated by falsehoods masquerading as news
but it's true, now, even I'm getting confused,
but ask, who the **** wins? because you AND the immigrant lose.
This shit's got polemic, pulled by extremist views,
taking the meanest cues,
we contravene abuse, on the daily.
It's all so ****** up lately.
I guess it's so much harder to love me than hate me.
But the day will come, I'll be classed as crazy, man,
already feeling like I'm William Blake's Grain of Sand,
Eternity in an hour, in the palm of my hand,
I see the white ******* walls in the back of the van.
Because they'll nab you from the streets, it's the master's plan,
until all that's left is sheep, the rest bottled and canned,
then, they'll sit inside their keep, every gun-post manned,
their delight, so sweet, but never to understand:
Heaven in a wildflower or the Endless Night,
a reason to die or a reason to fight.
In their sweet delight, they won't see the light,
But from the Endless Night, you & me just might
because each glimmer shines out in the darkest depth,
as Blake writes revenge from the realms of Death,
those protected on high, Nations that sell & buy,
can all be blown out by a baby's breath.
'Cause only the blood in a diamond means it's not worthless,
the value we imprint are just absurd curses.
We all know what's hidden there, under the surface,
so, who teaches us acceptance and what's it's purpose?
We're all in it together, we're all complicit,
our lives connected by this something illicit.
Adopted by the collective notion, we choose to forgive it
and perpetuate it's frameworks, instead of letting them diminish.
Alright, let's have a break. Drink some response a bil i tea,
marinate in what's around us and all the things we neglect to see.
Where have we been looking and why do we think we're free?
Calm down and carry on? **** na, that aint me!
But in revolution, don't we just come back to the beginning?
Spinnin' round and round, in a fuckin' hellfire rythmn;
it's enough to leave you questioning each and all decisions,
or, just **** it all, sit back and watch the visions.
Like a pig to thunder: all big eyes and wonder -
As our world comes crashing down, ripped and torn asunder -
we won't get very far with all our property and plunder,
what would William say then, I wonder?
Some are born to Endless Night, but then, it all flies apart,
leaving my rhyming heart to aim and find it's mark.
It's my one sight of light in the deepest dark,
so, if you hold to me now, we just need a spark.
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 6:46 AM UTC
But it's all crazy, all this neo-fascist **** lately.
I guess populism's got a catchy rhythm,
if your lazy,
then it's so much harder to love me or debate me
than hate me.
Now, let's dispose of this safely: you're racist
because either your daddy was too
or you're manipulated by falsehoods masquerading as news
but it's true, now even I'm getting confused,
but ask, who the **** wins? because you AND the immigrant lose.
This shit's got polemic, pulled by extremist views,
taking the meanest cues,
we contravene abuse, on the daily.
It's all so ****** up lately.
I guess it's so much harder to love me than hate me.
Then, the wicked beat breaks & it all flies apart
leaving my rhyming heart to aim and find it's mark -
it's my one sight of light in the deepest dark
'n' if ya hold to me now, we just need a spark.
The day will come, I'll be called crazy, man,
feeling like I'm William Blake's Grain of Sand,
Eternity in an hour, in the palm of my hand,
I see the white ******* walls in the back of the van.
We'll be nabbed from the streets, it's the master's plan,
'til all that's left is sheep, the rest bottled and canned,
then, they'll sit inside their keep, every gun-post manned,
their delight, so sweet, never to understand:
Heaven in a wildflower or the Endless Night,
a reason to die or a reason to fight.
In their sweet delight they won't see the light,
But in the Endless Night, you & me just might
because each glimmer shines out in the darkest depth,
as Blake writes revenge from the realms of Death,
those protected on high, Nations that sell & buy,
can all be blown out by a baby's breath.
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 11:11 AM UTC
Master, master, master of Fire,
Bring me luck, bring me freshness
Bring me strength .
Bring me freshness
Bring me strength
Bring me desire...
The wheel to fire!
You left me here
You walked away
You betrayed me
You ****** me away!...
Master, master, master of None,
A ghost from the past...
Ghost, ghost ghost... Ha, ha, ha...
My life is your desire!
Your desire is Fire.
Mine is Water!
I came here to bring
some warm sand,
cold tea, cigarettes,
bad coffee but,
my Dear Enemy?! ...
" What' s your Desire?"
You left me here,
You walked away!
You betrayed me, thee ...
BUT!
My Dearest Enemy,
Have you no more legs to walk,
Hands to "TALK"?
Because,
You're a ghost...
So,
If this is a SUPREME WORLD
then why CANNOT I find REASON
on this COLD SEASON.
Awake me !
Shake me!
Stimulate me
but PLEASE
don't hate me!
I cannot LEAVE
this LIFE anymore
So,
If you jump,
I jump!
If you become bird,
I'll learn to fly too!
And if you die...
I'll become a GHOST!
Forgiven,
Not Forgotten,
Au revoir
Dovidjenja
Buon viaggio!
With love
Irena Adler
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
The Tyger that was burning bright,
Came down to seek an opponent to fight.
When he stumbled across a grassy field,
In order to see what opponents it would yield.
After hours of searching he found a little lamb,
Not quite the opponent that was part of his plan.
He challenged the innocent lamb to battle,
After all Tyger had defeated large great cattle.
The lamb got up and said this was a mistake,
We were both created by old William Blake.
To fight you would be to fight my brother,
I suggest peace and love for one another.
And so something strange happened that day,
Two different songs came together in a way.
One of Innocence and Experience,
A new song born from both - Existence.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
you are the hottest summer day
it is your tie that makes you sweat in May
They say it is too hot in here
But for me it’s moderate
You said you love William Blake
But that’s too hard for me to understand
And you could sing me a serenade
But you could never love me back.
His brows spread like hawked in Sierra
His eyes streams like river
He glows like sun in Arizona
Sorry for my poor metaphor
What if I could write for you
The sweetest poems you’ve ever read
It won’t make any big difference
Sorry for my sad attempt
Now that you have made up your mind
You tell me that I’m unteachable
And I could recite you William Blake
But you could never love me back
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC