POETIC OCEANS 2

A Thing of Beauty Is A Joy Forever John Keats I Beauty is joyful Is Joy only in nature ? flowers reflect love, Love makes us joyous True love is rare, never found Beauty? Ever present If you look around Truth makes the world happier Then hate is drowned. II Why time stops still the killer finds the kill so suddenly coming? why sharp is the strike cutting like a knife leaving us bleeding? why common places are becoming Senlac? why life is a racetrack? who is fighting for what and for what winning? this was not said by Our Lord so Loving why we dig but graves to fill? On top of the High Hill, do you see Proud Lucifer smiling ? My heart with fear trembling cannot for a moment be calm and still hearing shattered glass and bullets shrill Another blast another attack- screams cries blood spilling why death is brutal and erlking

'Allow your mind to open to this moment and your arms to rise as they lift the palpable blue\ English Poet Myra Schneider      The sky is never engaged in  battle,   not does it itself cause a rattle,blue   for visions, dark for secrets     The sky is never engaged but shines in grey and gold the angry  enraged clouds  make it overcast and cold  The sky is never engaged in war nor bombs it hurls, but sprinkles the darkness with stars and shiny pearls.