There Ain't No Justice Number 013

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So, without further ado, here they are. ---------SAND CASTLES Early morning I built a castle in the sand by the sea. Then a wave came and washed it away. So I built another castle higher on the beach away from the waves. this one had a wall and a moat and a bridge. But then the tide changed and washed away my castle. So again I built this time high on the shore away from the tide. I built towers and walls with doors, windows and courtyards Then the wind picked up my castle and scattered it on the beach. So I went home and built another castle. Three days later it rained. I watched as my castle dissolved into the sand. Later I saw another castle in a store. So carefully constructed with all the things a castle needs all beautifully detailed and weatherproof. I almost bought the castle but then it would sit on a shelf and gather dust. So I went back to the beach and there I saw a little girl building a sand castle smiling contentedly. I wanted to tell her she was too close to the water a wave would soon come and wash away her castle. But I didn't for there was something in her smile peace, contentment perhaps the knowledge of what would happen to her masterpiece. Then she left and I watched as the waves came and washed away her castle. Her castle was gone. As mine were. But then I remembered castles built and castles destroyed. But mostly I remembered the little girl and her smile. ----------LIFE The road of life may be long and rocky, it may wind between dark chasms and high cliffs, up between the crags where the bitter winds howl. Yet the path of life may lead through soft grass, over rolling hills and quiet meadows. By a gentle stream, filled with solace. ----------AND THEN THE RAIN CAME Nothing; Nothing in the heavens above, nor in the earth below, wishes to move. Neither bird, nor beast, nor fish, nor plant, wants to move. Wants to grow, to think, to act, to breathe. People - walk slowly. Watching wvaes of steam, radiate off the pavement, blurring distant objects. Children, running, their scarlet faces shine brightly. Yet they run slow, as if they too carry a burden. The air - heavy and oppressive - hangs in space. A sticky vaccum of time, in which all are encompassed. A small, dark cloud appears. On the far horizon. It nears - gradually. A small gust of wind, a breath of fresh air. The cloud comes quickly, pushing back the stillness. Then, covering the sun, it envelopes all in a grey shroud. Made of finely woven feathers, and spider's web. The wind moves freely, the trees sway and bend, a dog barks, and children laugh, and then the rain came. -----------MY FRIEND Whenever I needed someone, he was there. When I was lonely, he would come to me. Whenever I called, he would come, leaving anything, to be with me. Whenever I called, he would come. Until one night, one dark November night. For once, he didn't answer my call. For once, he didn't come running. For once, he didn't hear me. He couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't run. He lay by the road, his chest torn open. And I cursed the sky, for what a car had done. -----------ANGEL Let me tell you a tale, of an angel that fell, by a dark and stormy gale, from heaven to hell. She fell in a trap, this trap called love. Doors closed with a snap, O'er the innocent dove. Now with her wings broken, and unable to fly, her heart was stolen, by a charming young guy. So simple was she, so enchanted by him, she knew not to flee, when he left her by whim. For those memories of hers, she kept close nearby, heightening the curse, of her life in the sky. Only a human he'd love, so become human she must. And this angel above, knew that man came from dust. So this little angel, knowing mortals aren't just, added some devil, human traits, and dust. That this dust was her death, she knew and was certain. But she held her breath, let life close, like a curtain. Now she no longer flew. She no longer could. Her wings clung with dew, her soul turned to wood. As Christ had died, hung from above, now she died, hung up on love. For when she added dust, she made a fatal mistake. An angel, she knew, must never, never partake. But she took it in, to become human, and fell. An angel in sin, now angel dust in hell. -----------THE HEART A heart cannot be stolen, nor can it be bound by chains. It is that which makes eyes swollen, and makes the sunshine from the rain. A heart must be given, not taken away. Or, like the rains that fall from heaven, love will come, then drain away. You can hold a heart, but its like holding the sea, you could never keep every part, for part you must let free. A heart can be broken, that much is true. Like a tiny glass token, cast from the blue. But a heart once given is given forever, to keep thee and guide thee through all thee endevours. ----------IF If you were a fine mist, I'd live in a swamp, so that your gentleness would surround me. 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