Saturday, December 31, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
The Whale
You're vast , enormous big that anyone could imagine;Loaded with tons, seemed not make you a single burden;
You're powerful scepter could clash titan walls; yet,
That beauty only lay on the glass of the sea.
You're praised and adored with everyone;
Caress surpassed no one;
You're loosened bowel encamped by many
To shelter from the monsters of the sea.
Time flies . . . . . .
The sky covered with pitch black;
Drums beating hard a symphony with current light veins struck;
Poseidon sounded his trump;
Wind meandered hard, waves wrestled in prompt
The Struggle . . . . .
You're shaking; eyes widely opened and feeling your womb trembling;
Wo' wo' unto them, you're sigh and aching;
When you immured the beings from catastrophe's outraging.
The Realization . . . . . .
Gigantic thought you were;
Recollecting the pride, a compensation you dared;
No one ever thought you were defeated;
Again and again . . . there somewhere always had a titanic story.
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