The Joyous Cup, by T. J. Shemaly |
O my joyous cup of toxication below, near this mouth be revealed While the sobriety in tears to aggregation give me the whispers that me, they healed While on your surface I set the imagination by thy redishness, my memory got sealed About memories into some incarnation sweet and bitter, of a love got sold Once in Jerusalem and once there, in Tabriz in the sky of Rome, Sparta and inside Ovid People seek the red and you, just to please but they don't know, they please you instead Fill me with passion over the mount of tease and let sobriety whine, just as I did and weeped Sober I was and sober to be, Oh please, what is life but a pain, and a pain in need But reckon my words, O cup of my wisdom and let not people trick you, nor would they do Philosophy was one time born into martyrdom and for it people cried not, but flying up to you Thus do not complain, O duke of my freedom for chasing my sobriety away from what you do And you my Reddish, you're in thy wide kingdom laugh or cry, the heart flows, wherever, into you |