Rndom Thoughts and Other Such Things
Tomorrow does start school, which is an enjoyable thing, at times. I feel like poetry, as you may be able to see....
Lay your hands upon the heart
Inside the water's depths.
Feel it tremble deep within,
Warm as blood, black as death.
Inside is the dark region which
Resides inside us all-
That primitive part,
However large or small-
Which is forever present there.
Inside that heart there is no air,
Only a strange substance to fill
Your lungs and kill
Your thoughts, slowly-
One by one.
Here reside the cries of the strong,
The lowly,
The weak and downtrodden,
Those whose lives are sodden
With grief and woe
And troubles so.
Here you'll see nothing except
For a pinprick of light
Which casts shadows left and right
Upon a world half-seen, half guessed.
A world which all attempt to surppress,
For it is everything which makes us,
Breaks us,
Becomes and once was
Who we are.
It's what astronomers wish to see
In a star,
Doctors in the
Healed.
Searchers in the revealed.
And yet none truly want this
Half-hidden truth.
They hide as well as unveil.
They lie and say they care.
Yet they do,
Only about keeping it all shut away
Even though their greatest desire,
Their greatest sway,
Lay within, waiting
Forever to strike fire
In the hearts of men.
Hmmm..It'll work. I shall call it.....Water's Fire....I hope this finds you all well..Nos morituri te salutamus....Valete!
Shandra
Lay your hands upon the heart
Inside the water's depths.
Feel it tremble deep within,
Warm as blood, black as death.
Inside is the dark region which
Resides inside us all-
That primitive part,
However large or small-
Which is forever present there.
Inside that heart there is no air,
Only a strange substance to fill
Your lungs and kill
Your thoughts, slowly-
One by one.
Here reside the cries of the strong,
The lowly,
The weak and downtrodden,
Those whose lives are sodden
With grief and woe
And troubles so.
Here you'll see nothing except
For a pinprick of light
Which casts shadows left and right
Upon a world half-seen, half guessed.
A world which all attempt to surppress,
For it is everything which makes us,
Breaks us,
Becomes and once was
Who we are.
It's what astronomers wish to see
In a star,
Doctors in the
Healed.
Searchers in the revealed.
And yet none truly want this
Half-hidden truth.
They hide as well as unveil.
They lie and say they care.
Yet they do,
Only about keeping it all shut away
Even though their greatest desire,
Their greatest sway,
Lay within, waiting
Forever to strike fire
In the hearts of men.
Hmmm..It'll work. I shall call it.....Water's Fire....I hope this finds you all well..Nos morituri te salutamus....Valete!
Shandra