I only know the fleeting hint, Of desires yet to be glimpsed. To touch them is a dream, To watch them fade is a harsh reality. On the knees of oppression, burdened by the, Images impressed on me. Society. I wish you would leave me alone, Your rain falls heavily on the forest, Its roots are weakened and branches weary, I'm watching my life seep away, Carry away, Broken and splintered down to the riverbed. I grow new leaves, And new branches, But I know they will fall as well, To the mud and murk below. Let me sleep. Let me dream. Let me reach for the light so far above, The clouds of oppression.
Beautiful flower, Your season can last forever with love. I've lost too many a heart to the passing friend and foe, yet, No hostility do I take against them, The betrayal or betrayed. Yet I wonder, Should you slip away like a life taken in the night, Was there any love at all in former days? I must trust, I must love. Or my doubt and worry will consume me.
good imagery. I like how you compared yourself to this tree. And society to oppression. The tree is alive too.
Gazing through my tunnel, At the others all around, I am reaching out to touch them, Stretching out to break through. As they... Push me down, Kick me down, Throw me down. Reaching out to touch them Stretching out a hand to grasp, Receiving blow to burden in return. But I'm reaching up, stretching out, Crying for, Shouting to, As my bones shatter over hallowed ground. To question my logic, and point the finger at the empathy, That has so fully consumed me, I must overcome my love for you, As you wrench out my soul. I must take you down with me. If there is something wrong with me, The fault must also lie in you. So I'll pull you down. Kick you down. Tear you down. Join me at the bottom, I'll show you just how hard we fall.
I give this to thee, a runic expression: you are no less the dis-ease by virtue of your reaction. eMBeMLaHV!
