Power to the soul
D .H. Lawrence
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
Monday, 7 May 2012
Hope and Things
Hard are the lies of liberation, as amongst the forests of hibernation,
Are the sleeping awakened from slumber by the receding rolls of thunder
As the bright skies beckon blue in a lullaby wonderland that softly cries,
The irreverent rainbow smiles coldly upon lands wrought with destruction
The eternal quests of man's powerlust scream mass murder infernal.
As watchers learn in silence the lessons of every period of demonic violence
The days of summer belie sometimes the truth of that which must die
From every pit of hell emerge survivors of faith and hope, with tales to tell.
power to the soul
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