solace

this is a kind of writting that i have not done in a while. it is a little more illusive than most of my other owrk.

the tip of the bell

who was to tell

 

sweet solace un-noticed

kindness un-noted

 

hells kittens free range on this earth

all once was petty with mirth

 

the cat call sounds

no one around

 

is anyone there to witness

the earths true sickness

 

the people of plague

who is to say

 

when the solace is un noticed

and the faith is denoted

 

when all is still

placid in natures cup

 

who could discover

the wound of our mother

 

when all is dying and fragil

when all life is with nature

 

all is gone

all is gone

 

when the tip of hells whip does sting

we will find another song to sing

 

when all is quiet in natures cup

we will find our punishments cut

 

wings of phantoms of days gone by

children weeping, women cry

 

when will this all end

when did it all begin

 

when solace was mistaken for forgetfullness

that all things set right in the clock of safty nets

 

wrong

untruthful

sinful b******s of youthful ignorance are here

the ones to end us

the whip of hell

 

but who is to say

who is here

who is there

 

when all is quiet

when all is still

all will be, part of hell

 

without solace

beware

Author's Note

eh...be mean.

Reviews

[Samantha Conway]

me, my dad, my sister, and my mother all love this...

[Karina]

love it!!