Deuscain

He speaks

I’m trying out the audio recording on Pheed. Here’s Shakespeare’s Sonnet 145 which I’ve been attempting, of late, to memorize. Enjoy.

There is no white noise:
it’s a cacophony of
pandemonium.

Country class
is city crass
you bigots, pass –
don’t be that ass.

Next generation,
whether nature or nurture,
we’re responsible.

Tear down their walls of stone and pride,
the fortresses in which they hide
turned away from their disgrace
afraid to even show their face.

His laugh lines faded
replaced by deep furrows of
worry and regret.

I am imprisoned
by these bitter memories
and my poor conscience.

We built the walls of pride and stone,
a castle which shall stand alone:
the lonely king at the top of the hill
inside the fortress of his will.

The earth grows cold and
the leaves have left the trees like
ripples in a pond.

In saving those who often stray
we seek to build a brighter day –
to purge the nights with crimson dawn
and suffuse the silences with song.