In The Begining Of Time...

The longing for life
The colorless void
The song that you sing
The long love decoyed
The howling at night
The soft in the rough
The darkness of light
The cowering tough
The child without name
The bomb without sound
The Sun without flame
The Earth without ground
The man couldn't feel
The God couldn't see
The crook couldn't kill
The brave couldn't flee
The child grew to man
The man grew to hate
The hate grew to love
The hour grew too late
The man turned to God
The God turned to Earth
The Earth turned to God
The three churned to birth



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-01-13 at 02:20

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Teala
Wow! What an excellent format to do this in! I love the layout, imagery, and how thought-provoking this is! Excellent work!
2007-01-17



The poet turned to words
The Artist turned to paint
The mother turned her head
And all was well again

Hate was dead.

Smiling at you,

Tai
2007-01-13


Kathy Lockhart
what rhythm you have here. I think Bob Dylan would love this one. I can hear his voice chanting these words. I felt the spinning. It was quite a ride! oh only one "g" in beginning.
2007-01-13