Patrick Othniel

Libra

I am a sincere man
From where the palm trees grow
And before death takes me,
I want to let the poems soar from my soul.

I come from everywhere
And everywhere I go;
Art I am among the arts,
Among the mountains,
Mountain I am.

All is beautiful and loyal,
All is musical and right,
And all, like the diamonds,
Is charcoal before being light.

With the poor of the world
I want to cast my fate;
A little brook in the mountain
Pleases me more than the sea.

I want, whenever I die,
Stateless, but with no master,
To have on my tombstone, a bouquet of flowers...
...and my country's flag.

I cultivate a white rose
In July as in January
For the sincere friend
Who offers me his honest hand.

And for the cruel one who rips from me
My heart by which I live,
I cultivate neither thorns nor thistles;
I cultivate the white rose.

My Principal:
I cant be what I am not.. I AM A MAN OF MY WORDS. FOR ME, WORDS WITHOUT ACTIONS ARE NOTHING & PROMISES WITHOUT FULFILLED IS A BULLSHIT.