Friday, November 27, 2009
Life Life was one but one stoic song. Peace was one but one mistaken wrong. Time was endlessly a pretty display. It made stars laugh through the days. Faith is tinkling shrilly away. Destiny is a rude horrendous day. Fate is a moving ugly river. Memories a dirty ocean. Silence beheld the rude awakenings. Noise signals its truthful meanings. For spirits permit the passing of time. To allow mankind a rueful shine. For all ends comes to oblivion. All void is where we go. Since meanings mean nothing to a dying one. Thus life is nothing but a meaningless path. On a happier note. My Crystal Sea The ocean shines with pretty hems. Its surface shimmer like a gem. The wildlife seems to be fossils within. With dancing sparkles upon their skin. Melodious kelp scattered underneath. Its emerald strands dangling like the wind. As it fed its darlings with nutritious things. Oh boy, what a sacrificial kin. The bumbling ring of fire bleched. Sulphuric bubbles tossed the air. As happy fishes floundered in My beautiful beautiful sea. Ancient reefs covered the shallow seabeds. Its wisdom hark the wintry sins of he. The colourful residents blink a wilful eye. At the deadly pollutants known as mankind. My sea, my ocean, my pretty gem. It's slowly covered with oil and weird sand. Nylon threads destroy its friends. And I cry as the sharks (finless) lay there. My cod is slowly disappearing. Its pretty skin dissolving. The sapphire tuna who danced with me. Is slowly disintegrating into history. The opal flawless milky bears, Who lived in the tundra of crystals. Their fur tainted with the colour of death. As I slowly weeped in despair. Man may let me dive into the sea. Man may let me feed. But when they start to realise their deeds, Will my gem already lose its sheen?
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