With a pugnacious tremor, a quaint
emotion stirs to convict the tangled
mind that took a trip to depths unknown
A vision of hell dashes across the road to
be crushed to pieces, its remnants buried
in the farthest crevasse of conscience.
Whispers of forevermore and promise-filled
caresses punctuate the confusion
and aggravate the raging spirit
Pilfered moments on the telephone
are crammed with unfeigned passions
in defiance of the tenth
What technology purifies the spring of
the turbid quagmire of emotions?
What trajectory permits exodus from
the towering fortress of a destiny fabricated by
the church and the leviathans?
Vanquish the riot within the soul
Quell the tumult
Mend the shattered spirit
Peace, oh sacerdotal peace,
snatch the scepter from turbulence
Suffer the heart to love freely
Grant not a fleeting moment
Concede to even a brief eternity
But the stentorian chatter of children
in a world suddenly so strange yet
familiar purloins the hope.
The recurring cycle begins again
whilst fists clench.
The dam within breaks
in frail capitulation to
ordained defeat.
(For LA and GG)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem