A Life of the TimesA Poem by DayranBreathe NormallyQuiet like the beginnings of mind In contact with intimations fine, Soft breezes flow gently past Soundlessly for passions to mime.
In the silence rises a boldness To make of schemes that rhyme, Forming drives of desire's wants Creating thoughts as if mine.
I'm not on stage or pantomime be But me thinks she wants to know me, Making like I'm the superhero Of a tale or story beginning timely.
But I know no such thoughts I cannot swear that they are mine, They refer to creation's busy designers Seeking their ways in life's perchances.
Something fallen stirs to encounter And hastily names such thoughts as his, Then reveals himself as passionate dreams That was love's realm of someone past.
Such a someone claims himself all Showing himself life in the phallus hall, And in relation to the female experience As friend and grain of the life encompassed.
She in turn views him tentatively Knows him to be that of the male not lady, She's coy and evades a relation He backs away … ponders the situation.
Finds that he was born conquering all Was also the friend at the social ball, And as the self of the individual man Combined in himself a demeanor of Gods.
But as man grew to know of himself Women found themselves socially dextrous, But he was found to be simply the prick An
object of derision as pride be wanton.
Now … the man seeks to break away He's man … not God … not the fay, He decries his association with the phallus Not my will! Not my will! He pesters.
And so begins the age of the human Unceremoniously, like wings besotten, And on the ground … he denies the snake I am man! He says … soon to wake.
Makes me wonder about the last three years Writing to get here … finding tome's clarity, I know now what I am trying to say Yet
not all of what lives in time.
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3 Reviews Added on June 26, 2014 Last Updated on June 26, 2014 AuthorDayranMalacca, MalaysiaAbout' Akara Mudhala Ezhuththellaam Aadhi Bhagavan Mudhatre Ulaku ' Translation ..... All the World's literature, Is from the young mind of the Original Experiencer. .. more..Writing
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