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    Dearest Tool Box!

    Some more poetry lessons for your sorry no-mind!



    ART


    Art



    Is creative

    Is pleasing

    Is beauty

    It is not the doing

    Of already done things.



    EDUCATION



    Education

    is a continuing stream

    flowing with enlightenment



    Education

    is a restless river

    flowing through realms of virgin thought



    Education

    is a calabash of sweet wine

    Savored in the Ivory tower

    Relished in the market place



    Education

    is the precious ring of genii

    Bestowed on the humble gopee

    Often hidden, from the doctor



    It is:

    The songs of a hunter

    The burdens of salty labor

    The joy of a birth

    The sorrow of death

    The spirit of worship

    The reality of rebellion

    Soft breezes of music

    A vision of golden skies

    Our sea of shimmering culture

    Sweet tales by the fire place

    The warm touch of love

    Lightning borne glimpses of Heaven

    The glow of insight

    The experience of motion



    You are the spirit from ancient times

    Ordained from crystal courts

    Molding from humble dust

    Translucent images.



    THE SONG OF THE MIDNIGHT BOW



    White leaves fall

    from the winter sky

    Sapphire rain, sheds teardrops

    of liquid night

    The wind howls in the trees

    with a fierce light

    As dragons ride the dreams

    of the miner's sight



    Passion's rivers did sigh with scorn

    Ancient rovers wither with dawn

    Whence comes this light

    Which shone till morn

    Through hot vales of ice

    and winter corn



    Aquarius!

    Aquarius!

    O, ocean's deep green base

    White silver's sibling

    and fire's disdain

    Come for the slaughter

    O fist of the sky

    Lavish with splendor

    Our daughter's divide



    Alacheni, stood tall

    on black fever's wail

    Footfalls of foemen

    did light up his eyes

    Notched bright destruction

    upon flying Bow

    As the shrouded man Sang

    with the Midnight Bow.

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    Dearest Tool Box!

    Some more poetry lessons for your sorry no-mind!



    ART


    Art



    Is creative

    Is pleasing

    Is beauty

    It is not the doing

    Of already done things.



    EDUCATION



    Education

    is a continuing stream

    flowing with enlightenment



    Education

    is a restless river

    flowing through realms of virgin thought



    Education

    is a calabash of sweet wine

    Savored in the Ivory tower

    Relished in the market place



    Education

    is the precious ring of genii

    Bestowed on the humble gopee

    Often hidden, from the doctor



    It is:

    The songs of a hunter

    The burdens of salty labor

    The joy of a birth

    The sorrow of death

    The spirit of worship

    The reality of rebellion

    Soft breezes of music

    A vision of golden skies

    Our sea of shimmering culture

    Sweet tales by the fire place

    The warm touch of love

    Lightning borne glimpses of Heaven

    The glow of insight

    The experience of motion



    You are the spirit from ancient times

    Ordained from crystal courts

    Molding from humble dust

    Translucent images.



    THE SONG OF THE MIDNIGHT BOW



    White leaves fall

    from the winter sky

    Sapphire rain, sheds teardrops

    of liquid night

    The wind howls in the trees

    with a fierce light

    As dragons ride the dreams

    of the miner's sight



    Passion's rivers did sigh with scorn

    Ancient rovers wither with dawn

    Whence comes this light

    Which shone till morn

    Through hot vales of ice

    and winter corn



    Aquarius!

    Aquarius!

    O, ocean's deep green base

    White silver's sibling

    and fire's disdain

    Come for the slaughter

    O fist of the sky

    Lavish with splendor

    Our daughter's divide



    Alacheni, stood tall

    on black fever's wail

    Footfalls of foemen

    did light up his eyes

    Notched bright destruction

    upon flying Bow

    As the shrouded man Sang

    with the Midnight Bow.

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