Lousy losers keep your tattered shirts on nice and tight.
There are empowered people who are ready to fight.
No one cares how the other side stumbles and falls.
The big winners always seem to take the greatest windfalls.
To battle is a chance to a long dark tunnel
with a deep gorge below in a black hole funnel.
The invisible light is pin prick in small size.
The narrow path through needle hurts the naked eyes.
A wide unclasp to reveal their inner most thoughts;
This Shakespeare does not have time to mock a big gloat.
Truth seekers, who travel by holding hand in hand,
have the chance to live promised lands.
Each one scurries to embrace the bright light so far.
Some would fall off the bridge by the Milky Way stars.
The galaxy waited to unfurl its fury
towards our planet as a death and grand jury.
Many are welcomed back but few have found a way.
Disembodied souls are held back or gone astray.
Without a chance to prove their eternal self worth;
the lost students of old would have many re-births.
Revised on 07-09-2006 at 11:32PM…
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