A far fetched thing for the wretched of earth,
A lexicon existent only in form and name,
A tool of deceit and oppression by design
By those of muscle of money and fame;
An abused concept by the powerful few
In a mindless world of shame...
A waste of time and hope of the helpless,
For a winner-already-known type of game!
|| Know no more about me, I, me and myself, in all; Than the perturbations of thoughts and feels, That, everyday, rise and fall.|| For an older version of my blog, visit here.
Saturday, 23 February 2013
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Κερκυρα
In the wilderness of the green lush trees, Between the sea and the hills; Mighty Poseidon of the seas - Upon the dazzling beauty of Kerkyra...
-
Make me part of your eventful days, And tell me ' bout your nightly dreams; Let me laugh with your joy, And partake in your screams....
-
The most divided is human kind Of nature's many a miniature force, The most ambitious by any measure In the pursuit of a grander...
-
Gentle plateaux and a little spike My history is a divided past, I am not, and there I was! And here, back to am, at last! Of the ...
No comments:
Post a Comment