Sunday, June 26, 2011
To Whom it(she) may bee !
Poem to whom it may be.
A wonder of love or a wonder of fame !
Most everything has been said to me,
By my family, my own blood so far,
And by the female, I gave more than she !
I find it hard to be, what I have been to this day,
As most seem or are a common trend of the mind,
That ages has seen, time and time again !
Human rights has developed beyond them,
And I do not know when we will finally conquer !
The defense of progress of culture, Science,
Logic and Society, is believed to not be possible !
Or a worthless effort, of so mediocre minds,
that have managed to get to modern times,
and I find it hard to know really how !
Not having found any real place for this my progress,
Of logic completeness, and human dignity,
After quite some direct contacts in Academia and Government !
I ventured on a odyssey, of fortune and fame,
And tried to love my way to her !
Shakespeare also declares such endeavors of a pilgrim,
And we do not know if finally the pilgrim alas did fail,
To be with her the night would post too soon,
But now are minutes added to the hours !
Shine Sun to succour flowers and to shine on me !
Truly my energy is hard to come by with,
When this energy seems to be all by itself !
So much wasted thought, ideas and words,
In a World of values that are valueless !
And true values, are lost in the obscurantism of modern times !