TheWanderingBoo

Wellingborough, United Kingdom

I rise with the sun / And open wide my eyes / I set with the sun / And close my eyes / Living without regret / Within the time...

In the temple of Gaia
Lies a memorial wreath
With roses as black
As the soul of humanity.

In the temple of Gaia
Is an ancient urn
Therein lie the ashes
The intolerance of humanity.

In the temple of Gaia
Are sung lamentations
These are the cries
The ignorance of humanity.

In the temple of Gaia
Hangs a solitary plaque
Upon which is scribed
The fall of humanity.

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  • Joined: May 2008

Journal

LONDON 23/05/13

Another death in the name of religion…Another death in the name of God…What religion or God would condone such actions… / Rage washes its hands / In the river of blood / The innocent are slain / By the blade of religious hate / Justified by the will of god / But isn’t god merciful? / Isn’t god love? / Isn’t god compassion? / Another family weeps / Broken hearted and empty / Hatr…
Posted about 4 years – 11 comments

WHY WAIT

These words came to me during my cousin’s funeral last week, as I was listening to the eulogies: / Why wait until we have lost / Before we say how we truly feel / Why wait to open our hearts / Until the grave finally opens up / Why wait to show how someone is appreciated / Until we are gathered to mourn them / Just go out and find the ones you love / And tell them how you feel / Before it’s…
Posted over 4 years – 12 comments

LONDON 08/08/11

Wrote these words down last night, as I watched the anarchy on London’s streets… / Darkness descends / Anarchy rises / The city bleeds / The city burns / The city hurts / The city weeps / Anger rises / And fear descends.
Posted about 6 years – 64 comments

DOWRY

I once offered a dowry / Of a chalk heart on the wall / Scrawled and initialled / With our names entwined / But the rain washed it away.
Posted over 6 years – 28 comments
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