Friday, January 30, 2009

Revolution

A calm ,A quiet,
A horrenous riot.
An hour of sense,
An ounce of innocence,
A peferct balance;
The disturbance,
permutation for revolution-
Time to change and live innovation.

As the sun moves North,
And at six o clock strikes crimson,
And at such a vertex,
Earth seems a abode,
Of nature and nurture, propose.
Thoughts concave to the power
Within;Gesticulations cover
The paradigm and belonging
Gives rise to the mind and spirit
To work in collaboration,
To churn and grow the seeds of innovation.

Action and admiration,
Solace and Revival,
The knowledge that yonder
Sallies moves the hands
To move the bows ,
Spark the verses felt within
And arise the sense to a new-
To hilt the epiphany
And turn the arbitrary
Into a modus operandi
Of reason and purpose-
Actions and reactions
Of thoughts and conclusions.

And at such magnanimity
The force against is a hurt
To remind,a scar borne
To inspire and become livelier.
In the strength never shall wilt
And now in force there be no guilt.
An excess maybe split,
But creation and mutation
Are there to push-a shove
To the reaches and a drag
To the limits,an urge to think
Better and discover,
An urge to see beyond the seen
And to life,the secrets redeem.

Revolution,
Revolution,
Revolution,
The world in change is constant.
And at such gullible penchant,
Remains a reverberation,
The need to know,
The need to throw
Light on the ability to fight
With tools ,to sound the wind
With words of wisdom
And of conclusive thought-might;
So that the err of the weak
Shall be an onus for them to bear
And face their own needy glare.

Never shall a sown thought die,
Nor shall the greatness of knowledge go by
Without a struggle and in surrender to the darkness,
Of those who are afraid
Of their very shadow,
As they destine themselves to a dark morrow.

The light shines the brightest
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