The world spins
And so many fall down
The world offers forced, false grins
Like painted circus clowns
Laughing as you slowly drown.
Tolerance at an all time high
Nothing but a communal lie
Look at those still cast aside
But no one ever does.
In this corner each day I stand
This magic, internal, mythic land
This so often solitary, quiet man
Held by thoughts
That feel like quicksand
Full of dreams and hopes and plots
But so afraid to make demands.
Never do I ask
For what I do not need
For the asking is a task
So difficult for me
So my smile becomes my mask
For things long buried deep
In a restless, endless, wearying sleep.
El mundo gira
Y que muchos se quedan abajo
El mundo ofrece forzado, falso sonríe
Como pintar payasos circo
Poco a poco uno se va riendo como ahogarse.
Tolerancia en un momento alto
Nada más que una mentira comunal
Mira a los todavía echar a un lado
Pero nadie.
En este rincón cada día estoy
Este truco de magia, interno, tierra mítica
Esta tan a menudo solitario, un hombre tranquilo
Celebrada por los pensamientos
Que se sienten como arenas movedizas
Llena de sueños y esperanzas y parcelas
Pero tanto miedo a hacer peticiones.
No le pido
Por lo que no necesito
Para el que pregunto es una tarea
Tan difícil para mí
Así que mi sonrisa se convierte en mi máscara
Para cosas sepultadas
En un inquieto, interminable, abrumar el sueño.
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Wearying Sleep / Cansar Sueño
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Tulis commentsSo much of truth and reality in this poem, everyone in this world is full of dreams and hopes but always afraid to make demands! Great poem, fantastic thoughts! Have a nice weekend <3
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Inspiration inspiration!<3<3
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Que bien escribes, eres un poeta.
ReplyQue bonito!!!!el poema es precioso
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It's amazing how you put all your inner feelings into your poems. Lovely.
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ReplyAmazing!
ReplyI feel like I am repeating myself again and again like a tape recorder when I praise your poems, but what to do? you always come up with the most sensitive, sweet and touching ones. I really love reading them.
ReplyIn this corner each day I stand
ReplyThis magic, internal, mythic land
This so often solitary, quiet man
Held by thoughts
So lovely!
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ReplyOh, great poem, you always choose the best pics to add :)
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I felt the drama in this post :)
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Such a generous and sweet comment, dear. You always know how to make me smile :) Hope you are feeling very happy! xoxo
ReplyThank you, darling. So sweet :) xoxo
ReplySuch a sweetie! Thank you dear :)
ReplyGracias cariño. Es usted muy amable :)
ReplyEres hermosa, querida :) Muchas gracias!
ReplyThat is so kind, dear. You are such a sweetie :) xoxo
ReplyThank you so much, dear :) xoxo
ReplyThank you sweetie :)
ReplyOh and I love reading your comments on them dear. Some songs sound just as sweet the 100th time as the first :) You are so wonderful to me!
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ReplyThank you so much, gorgeous! :)
ReplyYou are such a sweetie. Thanks dear :) xoxo
ReplyThank you, darling! That is so wonderful to read :)
ReplyI remember feeling like this so much when I was younger. Somehow, since being a teacher, I've become a demanding madame! X
ReplyGracias preciosa muy dulce :)
ReplySo kind of you dear. Thanks :)
ReplyHaha I bet you are dear, though it is tough to imagine :)
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