Rise of Tides IX

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    Rise of Tides IX

    Rise of Tides IX

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    Don’t we breathe the same air?

    Walk the same floor, the same beach ourselves gather?

    Aren't we one and the same?

    We light a same candle that we both could put out the flame

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    Don't we all live under the same sun?

    Under the reflection of the same moon, we run?

    Is this a thought of the same despair?

    The same plan of glamour and flair

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    Now let the other tides rise

    Feed their corals with the blessings of the High

    Not just as your friends claim a desolate land

    Some mighty thought that you think was made by your hands

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    I am the tide that could wash these all away

    Let me rise ten allow me to fail

    For the knowledge of failure, I win on command

    A guidance lost over by outshining stars

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    I am but a reflection of your prejudicial eyes

    And yet you stumble at promise - a sure meaning of disgust

    What you ask of me is to fade and be lost

    A chink in your armor, at break of mistrust

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    You are losing me with the rising tides

    Left and kept elsewhere to swallow a different land

    That I see this different beach, explore different waters

    Say in abasement, that nothing is a matter

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    I hurt and in pain, ne'er should I turn another cheek

    My subconscious only gives me another fist

    Forgive what I say, nothing is a fair play

    When in my head I see you in dismay

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    The wise say book, be wary, a warning at bay

    No armament could stop the rising, pray!

    The tides are abound, following the commands I say

    The earth would be in red as the tides encircle you as day.

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    The only words of encouragement are of my own.

    Yen's 9th

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    Redhead505 commented on Rise of Tides IX

    03-25-2011

    Beautiful imagery and wording that contains meaning that requires great contemplation. Thank you for sharing.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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