Story time

Do not go ungentle into Thy Night! by Omar Dyer on Monday, April 18, 2011 at 1:26am.


Spin the tail on the donkey, since I’m a diamond in the sand – as the twirling creatures reaps the days of flight. Where the spoken tunes solutes my pride, thus the heritage of knowing blesses my soul. I am a pawn of words that lifted the magic out of my heart. As the dark and deep sounds of the waves crashing the beach, making the ocean roar—I raise! I rise like the whales swimming in the night and fly like the birds on a windless flight. My hope is to cater your feelings into my sight. So we can spur bees creatively through the light—plus be a part of that lusting might, where craters meet. As gin the say do not walk ungentle away from that night. Don’t prey on the still of the night, and don’t bestow broken faith in my creak—please speak to the passion mounting at my feet. And help me dock the wall with pinkish doves on the fleet.



Please do not go ungentle away from my twilight; let us be at dawn straying away from those cubicles, whom separating our darkest days. In peace I come, straying for that passion to launch a ray of white doves. And the white water rafting from above, with clean Irish fresh puffy clouds from above! To crest ‘in the smell of roses that glistens the stringed bones. Please do not grasp the heat from above, and place the temple of days on the life of love.



Give me strength to be bold, not hold myself to the mounting of the cold, but in warmth of the passion of the Deccan’s mold. To the chapel where we can pray for the lightest days. Do not go ungentle into thy night.