The Glory Undefiled

Glory undefiled: The redemption of this Impossible Childhood

In the time of my birth, O, life has given me my first sight

After a few years shall my memory have it

Erased, but for so long I wanted my self to delight

In the things I consider as light..

O my fatherland so great and peaceful, the sky

Speaks with an adorable voice with the truth , "How lovely

Is this man who was born to have his desires, so graceful true,

He sees everything, and in all of these glorifies he

God with the song he always sing."

Behold is my face so luring, the son of my eyes stands

And my lips meet with another, such a lovely show, now

Am I defiled with everything that began out of the sands,

Alas, have I been blessed to magnify the throne of the crow!

But behold I grew, and the throne of such crow became dew,

So many a knowledgable men came through achievements

To pass unto me the true meaning of greatness! Such talents

Has God given unto me, that I no longer want to eat meat!

Alas in all I do and have, one woman shall I give a great part

So true and so romanized is this life, of whose glory undefiled,

Behold I declare unto my love, forever shall we create this art

For in my life so near in its climatic ending, I shall cease all just

To save you from life´s doom soon pending...

Now say I, "am I so unworthy to have received but one from my stolen glory?

What sin have I done, or what thought have I created to have defiled

My life so weary?! My life pending it´s doom so near, and so with one

Prayer state I, Before I rise up and do thine biding, wipe away this defiled tear."

The Tongue called Language

NONJDAEJA 

Behold, the tongue so wet sometimes dry
With a dead animal roasted shall it dance,
But with the bitter truth and ignorance shall it lie
With one verse in the day of its dark trance!


So many forms doth one language hold, the
Tongue is come and is ready to fold.. With a
Word it shall fall, but prepare, for this word
Shall become your lord.


Alas! There comes a man named fear, he is come
In order to scorn the man called a Seer. This fate
Will in no wise damn, the Seer who plays not his
Holy drum 


The song of God´s word, the vision of the holy throne
Not one can achieve, neither can one perceive, that
Library filled with meaning, and knowledge.. Behold
I say unto you, this is visible in a nation where one can
Hold a pledge.


A welcoming entity, doth say unto me, O, thou man of
Belonging. The nation of one´s origin, be the image of this
Glorious kin and may the love of the Tongue bring one home,
To the place one loves alone.