To the winter of our discontent

To the winter of our discontent
Feeding the hunger of oblivious scent
Threw back from the days our memories spent
It’s poisonous plea, to the others they sent

Tell me…

Does anybody know how
To sing without conviction
Does anybody care how
To incinerate condition

For they were blind….

From masqueraded glare and a glimpse off a vision
Had songs and hymns deprived of allegations

They’re Singing….

Delicate grace, Innocent embrace
Juvenile disguise, I look into
Sympathetic eyes…

Delicate grace, Innocent embrace
Juvenile disguise, I succumb into
Sympathetic eyes!

Can anybody tell me why….
She is wearing….
The tears in Delilah’s Eye’s

By: Francis Ocampo

May 06, 2010

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