The Awakening

Some great sonnets are made by fools like me
It maybe vivid or grungy like Kurt
You may like it or hate it as you see
somethings are meant to be written here on earth
It was once said that words have two meanings
man died building stairway to heaven
rules and laws are made not for the sayings
from the heart it dwells and comes out of pen
the ink was used to express one good mind
that lay silent beneath the ocean floor
the time has come for him to cure the blind
and live in the hearts of men evermore
if you can see, the sun is old and done
behold! the wakening of the one