Cycling:
Don’t you see
How the sea takes it’s tides,
Thrashing me in one scene,
Tranquillizing me in an other,
There is peace in this dichotomy
Rage
Rage against the dying of hope,
Asleep ones replace,
Their anguish with,
Feeble fits,
Ever circling into temptation,
Releasing themselves to damnation,
Dreaming ones dig,
Striking their pain deep down,
Removing the stems,
Yet leaving the roots,
Wake one shift,
Not the pain itself,
But their perception of it,
Freezing hells,
Melting heavens,
~
Be the thunder; raging retribution.
For I will rise, and surpass asunder,
From the capacities that strip me as One.
To let go of my pleasure; the hardest thing I will do,
Bleeding my blood; feeding children.
I will rise to the level of God.
Proudness flys.
~
Strike down rage upon my woes,
For everyday I face foes,
Be I not a hoe;
But a doe,
I take this vow,
In light of your brow,
To forever row,
Until death do us part.
