Critical-Fame-Poetry

Prophecy The snow is my sign like the thunder like the lightening that foretells what is coming The snow is my balm my whiteness of Gilead the storm is rolling but for now there is snow My eyes see the snow my heart feels the lightening I know it will strike when the thunder roars in and in that hour his eyes will open the knowledge, the horror the honor, the earthquake i will ascend but I'll be pulled back. The snow is a promise that lightening will strike and after all after all Here I'll have to remain Give back the dream-- and thanks for the snow.

So far we must have strayed From all that was conventionally right For justice, true benevolence to both be made Mere shields of reason to escape our plight. Every white lie contains a speck of darkness deep inside— an act of kindness twisted to a tale of truthful deception; Every wrong-doing seeks and wishes to provide, a righteous vengeance as the cause of wicked actions. Compassion was a glimpse into our softer side, but it became a mask for selfish preservation; True fairness was not for individuals to decide or risk becoming a mind's corrupt manipulation. Benevolence: a noble virtue at a time, Now taken advantage of fo