Sunday, February 22, 2009

Raging Love.

You remind me of the hope I found.
When peace made waves through the underground.
Contemplative in speak and thought combined.
When the words of saints would fill my lungs.
Overflowing through to a raging tongue.
Imagining where love and lives collide.

The rage of all the world embodies me.
If only thoughts I called reliable were
to be the hands to free.
Slaves we've - become these - self-sufficient
beings with wool covering our eyes.

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