my words are no lies

*Elle sort, elle sort                                        

Her words are no lies:                      

 

One day, I, here,

worked my very life

my very home

 

Elle sort, elle sort

My words are no lies

 

World ain’t exactly

what my heart expected

and I am alone

to Bury my ghost

to Bear my fear

 

Elle sort, elle sort

My words are no lies

 

Hidden in the darkness

I, run and run

Hope, ye lost in

vacancy long ago

My feet cut the cold

and I don’t feel nothing

God knows I try

 

Elle sort, elle sort

My words are no lies

 

Hand in hand

take thy fear away

take thy pain away

said He.

I am alone,

yet I am not alone

 

Long way home.

Again,

I let my heart on Him

 

Elle sort, elle sort

My words are no lies

 

 

*Elle sort: French; means “she goes.”

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The Gears will interlock Smoothly.

<7.Feb.2014>

“The Gears will interlock Smoothly. ”

‘We all sing our ‘American Songs’ in universe in all different ways, yet all melodies in harmony will turn the gears of human history to interlock smoothly.’ As I read through the poems: I Hear America Sing, America, Yet Do I Marvel, through a novel: Uncle Tom’s Cabin, and through a commercial of coca cola, that one sentence is what came to my mind. American songs, what are they like in our lives, and what do they have to do with interlocking the gears smoothly?

(Read more at ‘About_Him’ page)