There is a place hidden away,
Where the poet finds himself.
Fighting to preserve his own sanity from the madness of the world.
Here one finds peace if the word even exists.
And in this wilderness lies a forgotten truth.
That the path we chose to follow is not our own.
And leads us in a circle, we are the Centaur now…
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I have a dark and dreadful secret. I write poetry… I believe poetry is a primal impulse within all of us. I believe we are all capable of it and furthermore that a small, often ignored corner of us positively yearns to try it.
—Stephen Fry, The Ode Less Travelled
Stephen John Fry is an English comedian, writer, actor, humourist, novelist, poet, columnist, filmmaker, television personality and technophile. As one half of the Fry and Laurie double act with his comedy partner, Hugh Laurie, he has appeared in A Bit of Fry and Laurie and Jeeves and Wooster. He is also famous for his roles in Blackadder and Wilde, and as the host of QI. In addition to writing for stage, screen, television and radio he has contributed columns and articles for numerous newspapers and magazines, and has also written four successful novels and a series of memoirs.
Blessed by the Lord
who chooses Jesus Christ
our Saviour
for them reserved eternal life
and the valour to conquer
their enemies
they will find courage
to change them and those who govern
in the name of the Lord
I open my heart
everyday has been an honour
I pray the same
for those that need it
To speak to God
your problems and worries
open your heart to Jesus Christ
pain and suffering
will be taken away
Amen
There is a statue
by the foot of Neptune
of a man/woman
who challenged the sea
but the moment
the sea touched him/her
she/he became
immortalised
by those they chose to destroy
maybe your enemy
is your friend
how can a man/woman
judge another
each one of us
has within
the capability
so there are no sides
just the one your on
your choices decide your fate
but they do not define the outcome
remove yourself from the game
and you opponent
will defeat themselves
when the Blue Planet
burns
their will only be
ash
to feed our children
the past remains
to preserve the present
their armies rest
while we toil
because if the outcome reversed
then we would be the ones
marching to our death
and they would be the ones
to meet us
one final destination
an Island
only the dead know the way
but the living wish to visit
so that they can see
the final resting place
of their ancestors
and pay respect
but when they set sail
they found they could not return
because they too
had already paid their debt
Here once stood a temple
the columns are all that remain
of an idea
that changes
the more people see it
and when they invade your dreams
to control your future
all you can see
is the ruins
of your past
Echoes of Life 