Where it originates, Anger from the inner cage,
Lash around we do , in misspent outrage ,
Like those unruly waves on the rocks,
Cause be the skies and winds leading the soft waves in flocks.
What kindles these troubled emotions in man?
Is it the upheavals we face against mind's plan?
Or is it our restless souls?
Refusing to bow down to the stifling ripples?
Or is it the pride that looks down,
to instantly judge and condemn.
There waves break and die fighting the infallible rocks....
Here the dear hearts break everywhere in sad heaps.
Is my wild outpourings breaking me and mine spirited ways,
As doth waves disappear on furious days .
Your peaceful hours shine in beauty and zest.
Calm and curious you be the best.
Love and awe in us you inspire much,
soothing the souls in every touch....
Time doesn't favor you poor wild waves, my short lived friends ,
And wasted be Man's time in rage , the gift of invaluable decades.
Where be my compassion ?
Under the weight of compromises is it in stupor be?
Or lost have I,
the unfailing spring of forgiveness?
nay,
never to lose,
just hidden in the life's dense jungles.
Everlasting elixir of peace,
sweet patient compassion,
will thee come give a hand,
at every slip of temper ,
to extract me from
the blinding fogs,
that doth render me naught.
Lash around we do , in misspent outrage ,
Like those unruly waves on the rocks,
Cause be the skies and winds leading the soft waves in flocks.
What kindles these troubled emotions in man?
Is it the upheavals we face against mind's plan?
Or is it our restless souls?
Refusing to bow down to the stifling ripples?
Or is it the pride that looks down,
to instantly judge and condemn.
There waves break and die fighting the infallible rocks....
Here the dear hearts break everywhere in sad heaps.
Is my wild outpourings breaking me and mine spirited ways,
As doth waves disappear on furious days .
Your peaceful hours shine in beauty and zest.
Calm and curious you be the best.
Love and awe in us you inspire much,
soothing the souls in every touch....
Time doesn't favor you poor wild waves, my short lived friends ,
And wasted be Man's time in rage , the gift of invaluable decades.
Where be my compassion ?
Under the weight of compromises is it in stupor be?
Or lost have I,
the unfailing spring of forgiveness?
nay,
never to lose,
just hidden in the life's dense jungles.
Everlasting elixir of peace,
sweet patient compassion,
will thee come give a hand,
at every slip of temper ,
to extract me from
the blinding fogs,
that doth render me naught.
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