Leopold Bloom your voice only your heart hears True hero of unheeded agonies and claims humbly made into Greetings and smiles and words of tender feelings Alone your feathered steps take you on a path just a few Brave offspring of reason and love follow to martyrdom Your no-words of no-reply not displaying brashness and the Oldie old too old Here I Am On The Hilltop So Im Louder Than The Rest Not teach the unwilling untaught how to be taught about worthy teachings No intelligible tale or account shall raise your prosaic deeds To the heights where tyrants neath justice mask rule mortals Neither your name carved shall be on frontispieces or your hunched Demeanor enhanced over a pedestal where gilt characters Deliver a panegyric on the glory of your meekness which Yesterday paced the world setting the example of unnoticedness Let immortality and praise be granted to those willing to die For having their figure chiseled for being too scared to die Thou art already immortal reigning over the silence that remains When all the noise of pride and rage goes under the quilt And the soundless lullaby of dreams hatching from fear Restores the Human Soul to the one place where it can breathe
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 20:27:24 +0000
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