Of all the nightmares
That ever were,
Of all the dreams
That ever will be,
There is a time
Where the past unloads
And the future withholds
The present that is now,
And because it is a gift
You are existent; you are real
Questions will be no more
And answers will prevail,
The moments leading
And the minutes fleeting,
Shall leave not a void
But memories forever,
Imprinted not on sand
Of shores to be eroded;
But on granite and marble
Never to be washed away;
Not by the waters;
Not by the winds,
Only of our own accord,
So in our acknowledgement
This is now or never;
Not maybe and if ever,
We shall seize and
We shall conquer,
Our enemies will cease and
Our enemies will hunker,
In fear of our retaliation
In awe of our determination,
Let us hence in this proceed
We have commenced and taken heed;
Of our destinies; of our fate
Let's not care for amenities; we will not be late...
© okpoet
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 4:28 AM UTC
Of all the nightmares
That ever were,
Of all the dreams
That ever will be,
There is a time
Where the past unloads
And the future withholds
The present that is now,
And because it is a gift
You are existent; you are real
Questions will be no more
And answers will prevail,
The moments leading
And the minutes fleeting,
Shall leave not a void
But memories forever,
Imprinted not on sand
Of shores to be eroded;
But on granite and marble
Never to be washed away;
Not by the waters;
Not by the winds,
Only of our own accord,
So in our acknowledgement
This is now or never;
Not maybe and if ever,
We shall seize and
We shall conquer,
Our enemies will cease and
Our enemies will hunker,
In fear of our retaliation
In awe of our determination,
Let us hence in this proceed
We have commenced and taken heed;
Of our destinies; of our fate
Let's not care for amenities; we will not be late...
© okpoet
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