уторак, 10. мај 2011.

LEBRA Brian Stark


My poetry screams, nature and rights,

not shakespeare and unmodest.

It does yell the way it must--

simply, life is filled with misery!

And what can a poem do...

against current day golds,

not much innocence can they save,

nor break chain---all the slaves.

It's never been my poetry screaming--

my soul sees pain and Hisses!

and I cannot write so clearly---

when pen in hand---eyes in tears.

O! as too praying does that to me---

both are same----all answers later!