Orationes

Author’s comment: Be gone to its forsaken human breed, I gratify its benevolence  knowledge  and its immaculate misconception to FREEDOM OF THOUGHT

I may spring  from  all

whereas I am flirting to Time’s

Lost to mid-way

Escaped graph on my words

Of all

Should begotten  though by  its meaningless

Matters ?

Rough  vows

A pyre unbound

Spit fire

Lore be trapped

By freedom

Nor will be crowned of despised

Crowds

Hooligans’ sharped  tongues may scream

Loud

Their shouts have conquered  the bricked road

Of poor minded venomous guts

Speechless be found  and I  lost

In delusion

Nor by its dust

Or of rust to your thought

A silent playground for all

Landed to inglorious mankind

A broken connection

May ‘bound

To its faceless pride

Applause

Shake hands

An bloodshed

Be still

Then ARISE…….

28.11.2011