Iliterate Poet

A dumping ground for my works in progress.

12 Sept 2010

Grail

Holy Grail, challis it is not.
In the chalice it maybe,
Try and drink it then you’ll see.
No time to dance,
No time to frolic,
Time was set in the body clock.
Future to tell to make them well,
To ensure the beat goes on.
And make the future strong.
Everything has already happened,
Now it’s being played out.
This doesn’t mean the futures gone,
It means you have to turn it on.
Create a wave to help them save the planet, and all within it.
The wave you send will help to bend.
A jagged end and until the ends have made a mends,
Your job is never done.

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