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Where Eagles Dare (re-do)
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Where Eagles Dare (re-do) |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Where Eagles Dare Once a courageous land, now desolate, blood stains its sand. Where warriors live in hidden shame, their mother’s eyes pouring salted blame. The warrior’s father is buried and dead, his brother begging in the streets, for food to feed his head. His sister laments, praying for chrisom in red, faltering at home, unable to hush her children crying in her bed… Gather your armies, and your weaponry, for your heroism lives in your human technology, and your desperate love for your decrepit ideology… But hasten, and listen to the wind’s terminology: The small eaglet is watching for his prey, you. He is listing to instruction for that coming day. That day from ages past so purposely made. Made for destruction of mans’ confused trade. That day when your silver and gold are dry, and useless as fallowed land, gone to the grower of death sown deep in the pockets of her skirt… That day, the eagle will climb to its heights above the earth; that time for that warrior to cry, and open his sleepy dreams to birth. Awakened, but not by a greedy political whim, nor a warrior for blood and skin. But for prejudice first, and for betrayal of his very own successive kin… In that day, the eagle’s talons will be true to its mark, silent to its quarry of bones below, screeching proudly, that freedom eagle will sore, winging to the rhythm of an angels tweaked harp. Searching only where eagles dare, searching with talons, razor sharp, searching for life. A life fathomed possessed by the dark. Elohim… Words of ‘Relentless’ are on His lips. Until his Prophets are to desist, and silently depart. His Word, fulfilled to reestablish His goal in art. Therefore, the few and brave at heart, would be wise to take care, if in flight, they might sore, above, where eagles dare… ---------------------------------------------------- NOTE: The universe was framed by the word of God. He created by things known. Not of things unknown. Modern scientists have discovered that sound generates light while intermingled with water. (See the Feb 1995 issue of Scientific American Magazine). His Word, fulfilled to reestablish His goal in art. (Elohim: The true goal of all human endeavors). [This message has been edited by JL (11-20-2004 04:08 PM).] |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
The universe was framed by God....I liked the title and the statement you were getting out to the readers of your poetry~well done~ Love and hugs~ARH Come,love all of me, mind, body, spirit..feel my passion, taste of me, be filled completely! |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Elohim… Words of ‘Relentless’ are on His lips. Until his Prophets are to desist, and silently depart. His Word, fulfilled to reestablish His goal in art. Therefore, the few and brave at heart, would be wise to take care, if in flight, they might sore, above, where eagles dare… Beautiful and an apt reminder to all who read ---------------------------------------------------- NOTE: The universe was framed by the word of God. He created by things known. Not of things unknown. Modern scientists have discovered that sound generates light while intermingled with water. (See the Feb 1995 issue of Scientific American Magazine). JL, I wonder if thats why the big fish of the sea are able to communicate and understand each other? His Word, fulfilled to reestablish His goal in art. (Elohim: The true goal of all human endeavors). His art is us? Yes? Tremendous literature here JL When's your next book, cuz I'm going to be first in line. |
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