June 10, 2006

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If I were to try and explain how I felt,
no words or books would suffice to verbally express.
And if I were to surrender like the man that knelt,
before that which hurt him, under the Cypress.
Man would still roar in anger as my feelings are emptied.

If you were to bear the weight of my vessel,
No wells could fill it nor strength carry.
But should you give me a gift, then make it a nestle,
To still the howling winds and our hatchet bury.
Man would still roar in anger though my vessel not emptied.

4 comments:

Destitute Rebel said...

Words can never express what we really feel, this again is one of your great works, difficult to understand yet somewhat explanatory, whatever it is thats bothering you, hope and passes and hope you feel better.

Shaykhspeara Sha'ira said...

Thank you

Dido said...

I liked this very much.

Shaykhspeara Sha'ira said...

:)