The Color of Your Words
For money of course
The blood in your veins
The sustenance for your building
The sorrow of your loss
For your fury
Your anger when confronted
The rage that exists in a vacuum of lies.......
Now sooth the savage breast!
The fairwind that blows around you, ignored
The hope of your fellows abiding in pain
Spring, whence it comes in the nethers of memory
Hope is eternal in some far away mind
The sludge of the daily existence you plot
The moribund ways of your world
Killing of joy
Pleasure a sin
The colorless views of a spinster
A slight wisp of something
Your ancestors knew
Not quite conforming
Independence the clue
For regency, domination, demands
The idea of grandeur not connecting with truth
The knowledge of failure perhaps in the ethers
A king can be king only whence masters himself
The end of it, madness
The beginning, the rain
Dewdrops on silence
New World Order not as you planned
Truly, brotherhood and sisterhood of man
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Chaldea...just the name sounds romantic! In many ways, we have lost the romantic, the spectacular and the sublime from our daily lives. I seek to re-kindle that fire.
Have followed my sign diligently since learning of it: associated with it, agreed with the ideals it represents....only to find out in my 30's that I, and others, have been following the wrong sign!
As the new Party came in 2010, a feeling of dread washed over me. But I knew it was coming. In 2000, I knew. My daughters, whose lives I would die for, are subjugated to the same clique as my mother.