Inspired by The Wild Irish Girl

Passion exceeds mere words of love, 

The fixed gaze of lovers-

Fixed not physically, 

But by unwavering hearts that beat in harmony 

With the sweet melodies of Erato’s lyre.

© A Furious Child

Image by John William Godward. Source: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Godward-Erato_at_Her_Lyre.jpg

Gone!

I live in a world that despises my love.

The way my heart sang with joyful innocence

For the sight of the embodiment of my love
Spread through time and space.

Yet I was hushed with violence!

For every emotion I feel 

Transparent on a face I loathe,

Now that a mask had fallen on,

The face is no longer loved.

I hide within the shattered pieces of my tired soul

That sings in agony, crying

Over a world no longer known.

The life I loved,

The innocent childhood,

The songs of intimacy,

The loving parents,

The peaceful days,

The soul that prayed,

Where did they all go?

© A Furious Child

Breathing Injustice

We are not living,
We are alive,
Slowly breathing the airs of this world,
In full attempt to fake every evidence of our death.
The only time we are truly living is when
We dream some obscure future.

God gave us our life,
Asked us to live, work, and forever move,
But some people hold us hostage,
With God-complex in their hearts,
They claim they do us right,
Yet they cut our oxygen for life.

That is why I cannot breathe,
I want to breathe,
Let me breathe,
Somebody please help me breathe,
Get me out of my prison
Take me away from my jailers
Who refuse to do me justice!

© A Furious Child