FENOMENON X
The sky
The place we can't reach in this life
The place the race forge into
The place we reckon all days
The sky
The place we can't reach in this life
The place the race forge into
The place we reckon all days
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
Sunday, June 25, 2017
WORD WIZARD IV: THOU ART NOT GREAT
THOU ART NOT GREAT
Go down stranded and fill thyself with tears,
Girdle thyself with sighing for a waist;
Upon the sides of merriment:
Seal thy lips and eyelids with tears, let thine ears.
Go down stranded and fill thyself with tears,
Girdle thyself with sighing for a waist;
Upon the sides of merriment:
Seal thy lips and eyelids with tears, let thine ears.
Tuesday, June 6, 2017
WW III: WIZARD OF ORDER
MY VISION
Where the mountains touch the sky,
Where poets dream, where eagles fly,
A secret place above the crowd,
Just beneath a silver-lined cloud.
Lift your eyes to a snowy peak,
And see the soon-to-be we seek.
Whisper dreams and let them rise,
To the mountains old and wise.
Climbers climb, it's time to try,
Where the mountains touch the sky.
Take me there. Oh take me now,
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.
Where the ocean meets the sky,
Where mermaid dance, where seagulls fly,
A place in dreams I know so well,
The sea inside a single shell.
Far across the living sea,
A pale blue possibility,
Beyond the castles made of sand,
Tomorrow I say is in a small child's hand.
Ahmad Gbolahan Ahmad,
Nigeria.
Where the mountains touch the sky,
Where poets dream, where eagles fly,
A secret place above the crowd,
Just beneath a silver-lined cloud.
Lift your eyes to a snowy peak,
And see the soon-to-be we seek.
Whisper dreams and let them rise,
To the mountains old and wise.
Climbers climb, it's time to try,
Where the mountains touch the sky.
Take me there. Oh take me now,
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.
Where the ocean meets the sky,
Where mermaid dance, where seagulls fly,
A place in dreams I know so well,
The sea inside a single shell.
Far across the living sea,
A pale blue possibility,
Beyond the castles made of sand,
Tomorrow I say is in a small child's hand.
Ahmad Gbolahan Ahmad,
Nigeria.
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