Mr. Robin Parsons
11-27-2006, 09:12 PM
© Mr. Robin Parsons :cool: Kingston Ontario Canada MMVI
There once was a Poet
Whom themselves didn't know it
so they decided instead to remain Silent.
Then they spoke in their head
Much safer it was said
As it was All known to be totally Non-Violent.
But of what did he speak
Why the tears did he leak
when all knew the truth of the Pilot.
It was then that he said
still inside his head
"Roses are red..." all the others are violet.
For all that they knew
the tear of sorrow it grew
Falling from the head of creation.
The sorrow he knew
that sorrow we grew
It comes from our own damnation
He felt it inside
that truth that wouldn't hide
didn't they all know that sensation?
It rests in their hearts
Pulses beats and vibrating parts
They needed to know the relation
It is God in that stead
as well as in your head
The sound of the inner Harmonic
But they fool themselves
play the scamps and the elves
resulting in that wanton Demonic
If instead of that lie
the truth from there eye
then they would know what was needed
As honest as can be
As true to self in All you see
That is the manner then it is seeded
With that knowledge in you
Go out now Be True!
You hearts' sorrows soon will be weeded
When the heart comes to that gate
the message will have been GREAT
Spared yourself from the slaughter
Tell friend and foe & Father
Tell your son Child & Daughter
it is the Sound of your life ...in the water.
There once was a Poet
Whom themselves didn't know it
so they decided instead to remain Silent.
Then they spoke in their head
Much safer it was said
As it was All known to be totally Non-Violent.
But of what did he speak
Why the tears did he leak
when all knew the truth of the Pilot.
It was then that he said
still inside his head
"Roses are red..." all the others are violet.
For all that they knew
the tear of sorrow it grew
Falling from the head of creation.
The sorrow he knew
that sorrow we grew
It comes from our own damnation
He felt it inside
that truth that wouldn't hide
didn't they all know that sensation?
It rests in their hearts
Pulses beats and vibrating parts
They needed to know the relation
It is God in that stead
as well as in your head
The sound of the inner Harmonic
But they fool themselves
play the scamps and the elves
resulting in that wanton Demonic
If instead of that lie
the truth from there eye
then they would know what was needed
As honest as can be
As true to self in All you see
That is the manner then it is seeded
With that knowledge in you
Go out now Be True!
You hearts' sorrows soon will be weeded
When the heart comes to that gate
the message will have been GREAT
Spared yourself from the slaughter
Tell friend and foe & Father
Tell your son Child & Daughter
it is the Sound of your life ...in the water.