~ Novus Ordo Februorum ~ *
February is meant for snow
freezing weather, ten below
This year the grass is green and the birds, they sing
but with trees yet barren, March could still sting
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*'The New Order of February' -- a take-off on what's
written on the one-dollar bill: 'Novus Ordo Seculo-
rum,' 'A New World Order.'
My eyes
Inseparably focused
On the plain, colorless canvas
And yet
Still ideating
A bright, elucidating palette,
The golden curls
Falling over the strong, pensive face
Shown glancing
At something unseen,
“Oh,” I wonder,
“What might it be that fixates you so?”
Do you heed caution?
Perhaps an undisclosed epiphany?
Or is it fear
Which makes your broad jaw drop?
The great, big arms
Spread wide open
Like a pair of ivory wings
To either assist
In advancing
Or eluding,
Have you shared this secret
With another?
Else, it is your intention
To keep silent
And allow time
To take its turbulent course.
Devoid of old qualms and ruing sigh
Wing your arc for purer stratum high,
Past's mortal morsels I urge forsake
For dainty victuals sage angels take.
As mighty Retribution's brooms sweep
Away avarices that now huddled weep,
Your best plume beyond trite ethers ply
Into loftier climes where finer eagles fly.
Viral cloud your heaven-sent comrade is
If you’ll hit hardest with no goofing miss,
And task your swiftest flappers out of Old
Woods into pristine joys of the New World.
Eternal Kindness her illuminator holds
To undim cumuli's ill-bivouacked folds,
And Divine Treasury total expense pays
Till the last of your wise-wayfaring days.
Soar whilst sagest angels' soirée lasts,
As fierce Retribution's viral cloud casts
Nebulous guiles to outsmart hardy foes,
And Kindness her aiding flickers throws.
When darkness has world's attention
The earth is filled with damnation
No man can get his bearing
Always will man be tearing
The world is prepared to destroy
For death a bomb they deploy
The peace we see is in thwart
Such war we thought will be fought
Alas! He still is waiting
For the soul that needs his saving
The one who's ready to save
The soul that yearns and crave
A man who shut down his eyes
To the darkness on earth that lies
Deceit is all abroad
Yet God is still our God.
An era of the new star
A period of the just born
Where the canny dominates
The generation that creates
A domineering stage of life
Of all human race and strife
Beyond the hills of imagination
Above the thought of creation
Away from the face of he
That makes all things to be
Who made all things exists
Whose wrath one can't resist
But now has come the day
Where nature has come to stay
And belief is now in thwart
A war will now be fought
The war between the light
Oh darkness!For thou art bright
A new world order of peace
Oh war!Let peace be cease
An era of called Illumination
Where darkness has world's attention
Behold the ship, lost at sea,
It changes direction so frequently,
And I with them, new to sea-faring,
Sit and wonder...will we ever find our bearing?
And all of a sudden it comes to me,
In a moment of divine epiphany:
That a ship, captained by only its sailors,
Cannot navigate a sea, which no-one favors,
And thus I tell my un-happy crew,
The ship will not guide itself,
It is up to you.
It takes a
man
with a stalwart,
confident,
martial manner,
and
an almost hitleresque voice
to convince
a man to kill another man.
It takes a fraction of a second for judgment to strike the primer and
put an end to the drumhead trial.
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