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Andrew Hale Poem
As the wind blows and whistel's in anger makeing an uproar quiet is the Kingdom of
Death.
As bombs go off and guns fire all around makeing people cry out quiet is the Kingdom of
Death.
As the fire trucks go by screaming and wailing. Quiet is the Kingdom of Death.
When people are dieing screaming, or begging, or not saying a word. Death is there
reasuring them silently that there is nothing to fear.
But when is the Kingdom of Death filled with noise you ask?
Death is there and say's softley in your ear "We are noisey when someone in Death
comes back to life".
As the denizens of Death sit silently in their kingdom they wonder "Why are we feared?
We offer shelter from the chaos and we protect them in are
kingdom." But then they here an answer in the quiet Kingdom of Death. They here it
clear as a bell as they ferry a person over that person he sobed
"NO! Please don't take me to your kingdom I'm afraid to die."
As they here the person crying sense he can't be revived one denizen drift's to the
person and ask's him quietley Why are you afraid to die?
The person stops his crying and looks at the Pale ghostly figure and say's I'm afraid
because I don't know were I am Heaven or Hell.
The denizen is quiet for a strech of time and finall answers the person saying That he is
Heaven for Hell is not quite it is loud and noisy and sad
you are in Heaven which is quiet and filled with silent joy. So young one don't be afraid
to be dead it is peacfull here.
And as the person walk's away quiet is the kingdom of Death.
As car's scream by office buildings and people yell quiet is the Kingdom of Death.
As people cry in pain and fear quiet is the Kingdom of Death.
As war's rage on both sides fight and then one win's quiet is the Kingdom of Death.
In those war's even when one side think's it's won The kingdom of Death is real victor
for they ferry the dead and thus cause the losses Death
forever win's. But they stay quiet in the Kingdom of Death.
Fore quite is the Kingdom of death.
Copyright © Andrew Hale | Year Posted 2010
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Tinkling like a thousand silver bells that is her
laugh. Then I hear the roar of lion as it announces
it is there reminding me why she left.
Then I hear thunder booming with an eternally deep
voice. The pitter-pat and rat-a-tat-tat of rain on
windows, causes me to think back to when I cried
over my loss.
But then sun comes out shining brightly warming my
face and I realize that I can move on things will
get better.
I am forever engulfed by these
memories.
I am forever engulfed by these
memories.
These are my memories my life. I never thought the
rain would end but it does.
Copyright © Andrew Hale | Year Posted 2010
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Andrew Hale Poem
One day the world will be at peace with the loss of violence and war.
One day everyone will be treated equal and respect will be shared between all people.
One day we may know what the meaning of life is, and then realize we new it all along.
One day there will be no more animal fights.
One day we will find love and dedicate our life, heart and soul to that one special person.
One day when all I have said happens the world will sigh with happiness and everyone will feel
true ecstasy.
On that day that far away day we will know true happiness I hope that day comes soon.
Copyright © Andrew Hale | Year Posted 2010
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