Pebbles Dashed.
by Lawrenco
Posted: 12 October 2003 Word Count: 187 |
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The pebbles sit involantary in their place.
Natures precisioned curvature creates the base. Tranquillising the minds eye. Remembering the innocences of yesterdays immagined taste.
The shimmering sunned azure sky flickers,
in the mirrored watered mass.
The celabration of the roaring waves,in timed symmetry,
astonishes our gaze and continuosly cascades.
Cast your sight to the sea.
There seen the unjust, mercilless entity.
Like throwing our lot to the giants jaw
our dread swallowed by awe.
The marvelled expances, that sends our senses,
beyond our condition.
Vulnerably what lies further,
is certainly that of trepidition.
What is done in our name, go from these shaws.
To come home to applause?Or muted bellows,mast clawed.
nobility lost? reason confused!
Ideals further squashed,what news!
So I place in resonance of my voice,
out loud on the beach.
in union with the waves and the wind howling by;Do teach!
we together orchestrate,the sound that surround!
So in metal do place in my heart!
Proudly do resolve my foreign path.
Chase my chamber with embered might!
To beat this rotten hull,to turn to gold!
To beat away at our very soul dissplaced, be bold!
Natures precisioned curvature creates the base. Tranquillising the minds eye. Remembering the innocences of yesterdays immagined taste.
The shimmering sunned azure sky flickers,
in the mirrored watered mass.
The celabration of the roaring waves,in timed symmetry,
astonishes our gaze and continuosly cascades.
Cast your sight to the sea.
There seen the unjust, mercilless entity.
Like throwing our lot to the giants jaw
our dread swallowed by awe.
The marvelled expances, that sends our senses,
beyond our condition.
Vulnerably what lies further,
is certainly that of trepidition.
What is done in our name, go from these shaws.
To come home to applause?Or muted bellows,mast clawed.
nobility lost? reason confused!
Ideals further squashed,what news!
So I place in resonance of my voice,
out loud on the beach.
in union with the waves and the wind howling by;Do teach!
we together orchestrate,the sound that surround!
So in metal do place in my heart!
Proudly do resolve my foreign path.
Chase my chamber with embered might!
To beat this rotten hull,to turn to gold!
To beat away at our very soul dissplaced, be bold!
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