But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid
bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered, “other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said, “Nevermore”.
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered, “other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said, “Nevermore”.
Those who were blessed with radio waves
were satisfied with audio fare.
While those in rags bore distress.
Day by day, year by year, seemingly never
to end
With nothing in the pocket to squeeze or
spend.
Then the day that changed the world,
with
knife and gun in hand W W 2 began,
and then it was “nevermore”
So much dying, so much crying,
joy
departed to the lonely place and lay undisturbed for a season.
The years passed, the conflict ended, too
many never saw that day.
Scarcely a memory, unknown sacrifice by
men of valor
departed to the land of “nevermore”.
The past of sorrows, the loss of kin.
None are exempt neither women nor men.
The sigh of prayer “never again, please”
The brokenness of hope, nevermore again.
The strength of faith, it all transcends
“Evermore”
Phoenix
Out of my ashes will rise a new phoenix.
A soaring being returning from death
proving once again that life is eternal.
proving once again that life is eternal.
I live forever because the spirit never dies.
I will return in another body
in another time, but it is me.
in another time, but it is me.
The me who is me now will always be.
As long as I live, I learn.
And I live F o r e v e r
And I live F o r e v e r
For I am in him
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