Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Archive for June, 2012
Enough!
Spin your own damn fairy tale,
I’m sick of your disease!
Mindless circling – spun around -
With you I’m not at ease.
This might be the coffin-nail,
The anger might not cease -
I won’t subscribe to your excuses;
Empty offerings of peace…
Just take your leave and stay away,
Forever give me some release…
I once made a promise to myself that I would never write in anger…I failed…
That day
A lifetime we glimpsed
On that one single day,
Which was only marred
By a future deprived…
The sweetest of dreams,
Now a lingering taste -
To haunt and remain
Till the end of our days…
I’ll never forget
And it won’t ever fade -
To fate I give thanks
For that one special day…
Beautiful delirium
Oh, beautiful delirium,
These lyrics are my opium -
Releasing pleasing memories
As gentle dripping drops of dew
To rain upon these ears of mine -
Reminding me, of you, sublime…
The rule of men
Men rule the world,
Or so it may seem,
For in their own kingdoms
They own everything…
The weakest of men
Rule with torment and fear -
Holding you ransom
For all you hold dear.
These are mongrels;
The scourge of our world -
Care should be taken
For trap you they will…
The strongest of men
Rule with vigor and force -
They’ll keep you in line
And impose their own will.
These are tyrants;
The eaters of men -
Fear them you should
For you they’ll consume…
Then there’s the real men;
The makers of peace -
No care about ruling,
But loving instead…
These are the scarcest;
The salt of the earth -
Pray that you meet them
For you they’ll adore…
Mothers and daughters,
Take note of these norms -
Make men of your sons
And take husbands informed…
Fathers and sons,
You’ve a long way to go
Before honor and love
To the ladies you’ll show…
