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Midwinter's Dream Cold it was on that bitters night Winter's onset had long grown old The hoar frosted man stood valiant Meeting existence with all his power His brow line showed deepen with time White blown hair flew everywhere His stirring eyes ever alert to crisis He roared challenge to the universe The blizzard's fury from arctic blow Smothered land with fresh draped snow Nerves steely he addressed conditions Oblivious to danger, holding position People and things, the unknown he knew Through consideration and life's review Vivid in the whiteout, cloak blood let red Gold embellished, spread out in the storm Arms extended, his staff beams a circuit, Universe-earth, energy transforms In settings also of ice crusted snow I know, though he resides a distance away I oft hear spirit say, “Embrace honor, And be absolutely fearless, my dear…..†|
This Poem was Critiqued By: James C. Horak On Date: 2009-02-02 08:55:55
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
That the context for the adept in history is lost after the advent of mankind adopting universally
a context for law, has never been brought properly into persepective...anymore than has that of a
similar presence with us since we entered the age of fission. Barriers to human survival have had
teflon treatment from time to time, through the ages, by those that have ventured through our area
and times expressly for the purpose of improving the chances for this experiment to succeed.
Ours is but a template provided for the best circumstances that can meet the occasion. Sort of a
prolonged test to see if we can be trusted into a community with technology almost any of its
individuals can use to exterminate the rest.
If one thinks about this, just a little, one might wonder how it could be else. If one removes the
garbage religion and mind control mechanisms employ, it will be a clarity won of the inevitable.
Yes, there was a Merlin. Yes, there was a Quetzechoatl.
JCH