"And Death Shall Have No Dominion" Dylan Thomas

And Death Shall Have No Dominion

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead mean naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

Winter

Snow.
Simple as the catepillar, but
As beutiful as the butterfly.
I stand in the cold as it gently touches
my face. It's charm makes me numb.

Friends.
Complex as the human brain, but
Useful as an untainted mind. We
gather and join in celebration
in this winter wonderland.

Snow And Friends.
Both delicate as a flower,but
As tenacious as the earth itself.
But even with all of this,
All snow must one day melt.

Reflection

Honestly I don't know where to begin. It feels like it was yesterday I was known as the quiet guy who looks like he hates the world. I was naive enough to beleive that all my friends would still be here with me. Everyday is just another moment where the hostility grows between my friends. I wish I could do something about it. But it has been going on for months. How can I who has just been informed about this just a month ago become a peace maker and fix a mountain of hate? I can't do it alone. Funny how I'm always left to do things alone. I'm the last remanning bridge between our once solid circle. As if one side has exhiled the other out of everything we have made together. I'm in a war as we speak and I'm taking all the crossfire. My writting has been reflecting all of this for months. I have a whole journal filled with this. I hate it. I wish it would just end. From the 15 characters that I have made out of my friends and the 6 different hell whole plots. I want to just burn the book. But I can't. I was the silent killer that became the noble peace maker in a matter of weeks. Funny how things become this way the moment things start going downhill.