The Last Igniter
Your Lord is One, say you. That man, he cries That his is thrice that of yours. Does he lie. What about this one, claiming a whole troupe. Or the countless others, God's godly troops.
I have a lot to say but it is not My lot to say so. Instead, these white-hot Thoughts will burn away the rest restlessly. The rest will rot, believe me. Wait and see..
Living under fear of Facts and deeds we've done Is dying. Without fight, the battle can't be won..
We switch and stitch to meet daily demands, And consistency is a rare virtue. For truth has become mutable: off-hand Remarks carry more weight than what is true..
He supposed his jitters were enough to Exclude his participation in his Trial. But although he did all that he could do To avoid it, it couldn't be helped: this Was a doomed endeavour from the outset.
They stare at me, those empty beds, but then I can't bare to look back; instead, content In mind to gaze away, averting sore, Salt-ruddy orbs, I'm ignoring the pain: The lance-like thrust invading my...
Although It caught him off guard, he grew to Enjoy It's company as each day flew Past, rolling into weeks and months and years. Eventually he forgot all his fears.
Who knows if we'll ever find it again, That little jewel amongst the stars so bright; That burning flame rekindled by our pain Which disappeared last autumn in the night.
I thought I heard a nightingale pouring Out its hurt heart. I should have known it was my soul, having Been torn apart. Time can't come fast enough, Time the healer.
- - - This is my take on the children's classic, "Jack and the Beanstalk" - - - He told me they were magical, Those little beans he had. But when I asked my mother She said I was a cad.
I sorted my old wardrobe after being nagged, But found the trial more tasking than I thought. Every time I'd think to throw out the rags, My hand would freeze and my lips would grow taut.
Once, I beheld the spring-time trees and I Marvelled at their colours: greens, browns, purples - A festive trinity - adorned the leaves. The showers came and went while the trees grew.
Advancing through life: a form of decay. Why spend so long slinging terms at the young.
Whenever I consider life I always get upset. I'm no coward, but I believe That I have more to get Done..
Into this murky murk. One-way; no choice. Are those moths fooled. Temporary temptation or chapter two. There are more, but no one counts. Another. Dim. Gone... Bright. "Less dark" is more suitable.
"Saving you money, every day" -ASDA Every day, we bleed away, And all we can say to the Burnt remainder is: "It was Worth It." Is it too much To request an ashtray?.