POETIC OCEANS 2

When darkness suddenly descends this light keeps the spirits alight with hope courage and sight In the middle of the night when the heart and mind fight the oblivious battle of might ideas great and thoughts  of intellectual height when the Pen keeps tight words of wisdom prayer Truth and The Right' when not enough is the fading twilight nor even the full moon light when faint rustling is heard of the samite and blocked are the letters of the playwright when it does matter` the black or white' Then I think of  The Eternal,  Finite, The Great Rhetoric, The Disunite'  Who suffered, the Krait's bite? never thought of the ensuing plight and Fell from Heaven to Earthy site Have we lost all the spessartite? Will there come,  the perfect gallant knight to pierce straight through in flight pulling away the murky pall Cleansing the shame of The Fall restoring peace and love out...

Why Growing Fears are Bringing Tears  Falling tears Now streaming down the pale cheeks,  Now drying the lashes –  Seeming shocked spears;  Laughter and smiles  Suddenly stopping for miles  Just sounds of sirens and screams-  Shattered are the dreams;  What life is to be?  To be or not to  be?  Murder most foul in Kingdoms  Or in my very own country-  Flee Flee Flee Homo Fugee-  OH Dear I am a Born Refugee  Where do I take refuge  with blasts occurring so huge  Bloody bodies scattering like sedge Far and wide from edge to edge  And I with growing fears  Of what will be the end of Years?  War terror killing is All One hears;  Who are they?  The Taliban?  What people what religion what clan?  Growing Fears for Our Children  Families and Brethren  We want Peace Love Life not Tears  Peace like the Greeks, Peace o f Holy Lif...

Lately I have been thinking about the precious one load carrier for everyone how it is laughed at and mocked and made fun of, pushed and shooed away; how they starve  how they trod how they pull whether its a kilo or whether its a ton; Lately I have been thinking of those in Texas going astray seeking food in hungry mood they wander around parched, they bray I am now thinking if I had a farm I would bring them all here feed them and keep them warm  they are free to roam chew the food left and thrown everywhere they can bray and plod and hob they will be busy  and not out of a job

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