i hate censorship
im smitten
bessoted
dotty
the road to extacy
having suffered loves hurricane,
or maybe zephir in the bower every minuit is a twist of fate
bringing opposed forces of love and hate
equation, love over hate, equqls the pathway to the temple
no more indolence in the garden, throw out the tyrants they will never see the jazmines
all to make you happy
smile alot and remember
what time stole
the dressing up the dressing down of life
the flight of the bumble bee
all the changes unveiling the strongest bride of the wind
dancing flames around the fire,
who do they inspire
the god psyche
to buzz like the bumble bees round the green, and pink flowers
of many shapes
all wanting you, to dance
these smiling faces
proclaim blisses
dancing in extacy round flags
celebrating, necesary beauty
is as important as the bread
or should i say
as important as the bread is
the necessary beauty
fulfilling desire to reach for the starrs
entering the starlit trumpet heralded panacea on which the gods smile
freely smiling, we cast a shadow, in wich grows our destiny and ufettered they careses gods navel
so he can proclaim virtues last stand,
its finnest achievement
shaking the world with the thunder of prophesies
proclaiming utopia for the masses
he brings the wind of changthe forces of good and evil have thir day
after the storm
sitting in the cave with bouquet of red flowers inspiring proportions
gratefull for you, beloved
that your charm reached me on the shore of the great ocean
gratefull that the birds were singing the most beautifull tune id ever heard
gratefull to hear those honey words from the muse
rejoice, forever
that there will be a new day
and grace has you in its folds, and that you saw an angel that cas light in the shadows
so stand alone or with apathy on the altar of good taste, the celebration of the flesh on the holy altar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem