Friday, October 17, 2014

In the Melee of our Existence


Drink deep the red of your soul,
And revel in its lusty waves;
Rise up and soak in the radiance of your being,
And breath in the air of your freedom.

Tear down your vain facades,
And take on those naked blows;
Bite into those censoring chains,
And rage against their shadowy grip.

Shatter till you find it in you,
To stand up once again;
To breathe in those precious petals of sorrow,
Doused thick in resentment,
And watch it float away,whithering,
Like scars from a forgotten melee.

Let your song beat to your heart's rhythm;
Let your feet feel the pulse of your earth;
Let it resound, even when you hold down your quiver;
Let it echo, even in the wake of your silence.

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