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What Is This “Energy”
Spiraling up before Me?
Shoots of Dead-end thoughts –
Written in green bamboo stalks.
Glyphs that seem to have no end,
Fighting blindfolded in its thickets,
Running from losses. as I’ll Pretend
I’m Hiding from such senseless kills…
Forced into a corner with a box-er
Stance – standing in our blood spills.
Dodging, and weaving, bullets to the head.
Bobbing, darting, ducking, and sparring
The Others, praying for their predators,
Sparing nothing for ones Survival, and
Seething Like A Wild Lion Unfed…
Where, yet again, I will play the prey
In ones loneliness toppled on down
Through-out the moon-less-night,
For a warm spot in a Lionesses day.
Walking out of what (never) was…
A senseless, war torn, past, worn…
As a martyrs’ badge from a forlorn
Decreed with a for-sight to bleed out
All of Who Does, from what doesn’t last..
Projecting myself forward with forces
Still.. Unbeknownst to me, and my horses,
Trotting off the battle fields in a dying light
Trying To Divide, our Inherent, Inner, might.
Of walking straight away… practically, unscathed,
With only, just a few minor scrapes from the fight,
And a couple of scars, fire-bathed in muted hind-sight
Of the horrors and devastation by blasts of radiation,
From misguided missiles, in a sub-Atomic explosion,
For immature protection in acts of Self(ish) propulsion,
Blinding One to the miracles stringing US All-Together,
And surviving “The World” turning itself up-side-down,
In what is Up-On One Righting the wrong, Forever NOW…
These Eyes Will See More, not Less, than One Love complete,
Living with every hand of Justice, landing at my very own feet.
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