Time to Understand

Whisper to your earthly self to elevate rather than relegate,
Share experiences of voiced practices empowering another,
Prepare speeches for the beasts about the beasts to unwind,
Scrutinize antique scripts of geographic geometric calligraphy.

Wait a moment or two and allow me to rewind an era or two.

Open-mindedness as described by the falling autumn leaves
Was but a source of hardship and agony. For an era or two
They have demonstrated the errs of beasts. And yet, for us
It was regarded as the future of this downhill path. For me
And many other storytellers we wait to stabilise these lines.

Where were we? In a sorrowful abyss? Or a fruitful garden?

Walk along newspapers and mingle with words to absorb,
Stand on hills and gaze with your eyes on leaves to reflect,
And present your perfect teeth to the lost mindful hearts.

Thursday, 24th of March 2011

The Time of an Era

Whimpering wishes on wild wolves: Earth Whisperers,
Soaring over the study of scriptures and of symbols,
Perhaps, a petite period preaching the puzzled poor,
Or Time terminated the telling of a torn tale of trees,
Too timorous to tinkle their trunks as Time trembles.

A nature’s niche of naivety of noble nomads nimble,
Calling for continuous contemporary commitments,
To get the great goals and gallop on gorgeous gold,
Mighty men march into the marshlands and murmur,
Muttering melodiously to the most modest of men.

The errand of an eerie era is to eat the errs of Earth,
Yet, horrendous hostiles haunt humble holy humans,
Between the brutal battles bewildering the brainless,
And respectful rubies return to their realm rapturous,
Roaring their role in the remarkable robust resistance.

Sunday, 6th of March 2011