terça-feira, 12 de novembro de 2013

that love is this that burns

that love is this that burns
that love is this that speaks without saying a word
that love is this that cries without tears




that love is this love that comes and goes like the wind
you love and the one that kills the body without killing the soul
that love is this that leaves skin wounds without scoring
that this love is full of possibilities impossible
that love is this that makes dreaming even when awake
that love is this that makes me fly without wings
that love is this that makes me forget myself to live you

 
That love, that pain, that fear of loving
Dry mouth and sweat shows that love that both question
is you



                Paul x brow

And We Die...

And We Die...
Revolution is led by the young
the battle of oppression is near.
Freedom bells have rung
we've suppressed our fear.




 and we die...
as you observe and meet
and they die...
while you drag your feet

The world watches our blood
as it flows through the streets.
Politicians clean their hands
with our defeat.

and we die...
while you negotiate peace
and they die...
by the hands of our own police

This suffrage for toleration
has come too far to unwind.
Seems like a no win situation
unless you emancipate your mind.

and we die...
while you sit and debate
and they die...
watching their women raped

The struggle against tyranny will continue 
until our dreams are realized.
My town, your village, whatever the venue
our liberation musn't be compromised.

and we die...
to be honored by the freed
and we've died
martyrs, our last breath singing nasheed

Tsuliena
Summer