Channel Surfing - Poem by Newport Knights
Exposing the truth
Naked to approaching storm
Fearing winds of change. -
Translate defiance when seasons turn gray,
islands discover oceans will betray.
Upon the whisper of changing winds fly,
gravity comforts a shooting star's cry:
Secrets found behind a name
No longer in use...
Statues regretting their sculptere in stone,
upon the whisper of changing winds blown.
Helplessly stand in silent tragedy,
watching with eyes of weathered history:
Petrified in status quo
Listening to ghosts...
Crossing a river of crocodile tears,
uncertain vision when morning appears.
Upon the whisper of changing winds guide,
step into the fog on the other side:
Floating on afragile hope
King of deception controlling the game,
bleeds population of fortune and fame.
Suddenly finding no pages to turn,
upon th whisper of changing winds burn:
Doomed to never reconize
a circle's disign. -Kidd
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