Each day is a reminder nothing is free, nothing on this eareth lasts forever
From the past deliver me please From the evil growing in my heart
Shadow fills a newborn sky Ghost dance in the ash left Want lives in revenge of slain Cast of lead forms from pain When does it ever too old grow
Step me Lord past the hate burning my insides out to view
Crying echoes in my time like rain of soot and ash left no holds barred in anguish born when do I fill the hollow in my soul let the cruel world fall to a peace
Mercy seeks a palace of refuge but all I want is the eye for tooth
Willing hearts glow streams of light while angels lift souls almost home the gates of hell beg in eager anger seeking demon to return to their place last of chains broken in a hover above
Children pull all my tears out bringing just a word or two of sanity still hurts
Danger, danger, fire in the sky, no please it can’t be in my homeland sick child of hate takes a freedom tears turn back time and we bleed mark the spot freedom died a little
Blood makes for a special place four score and seven, I cry again
Divided once again we face hate religion takes its toll see the souls as each bows to pray and silence comes Hurt grabs all that anger inside the heart why is a never-ending question
Give me your dream and let it fall not structure swims in new light on the dawn
your words pack a powerful punch in this one. raw, emotive piece that makes the reader sit back and reflect.
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :( well done!
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on September 11, 2004
Poetic metaphor collides with reality's punch in this very important piece, Walter. "let the cruel world fall to a peace" is utterly shocking in its woven word-play... many have written of this day, of this time... you have created a place to go and think. Impressive in its bare emotion, indeed! katy xox.
Walter, most have found at the least a place of neutral thought, where we can find peace on a personal level. We as humans really want to believe that we can some day in time have the realization of world peace, but whether we ever bring it to an actual reality or not, is remained to be seen.
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your words pack a powerful punch in this one. raw, emotive piece that makes the reader sit back and reflect.
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :( well done!
We must never give up the fight against terrorism, when we do, we will have lost the battle we have refused to fight.
We all pray..and we must continue to do so.
Lisa