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These days peace is my fury

Updated on May 29, 2014

So these days I find my hours filled and spurred on by fury.

The fire life flicks at us.

I believe in the red light this fire shines at me. Addressing every umbilical cord that has been attached to people, entities, angels and dreams that have held me firming into my self absorbed womb.

My place odd darkness and quiet. But I hear the hoof shuddering gallops coming my way and the ground rumbles; I know the battle is on its way it’s forming within its lines to the rules this war obeys.

You know I long for peace I have these children to raise. I have these leather straps that need to be sharpened and braided.

A rein made of the colorful cords that bind me to every past insult .Take these steeds these mares and cause them to dance for me. To march for this war of peace.

A white robed woman clothed in a glory no darkness can look upon without changing into lightness itself.

Staff yielding warrior. She reads the book and she believes she has seen the beginning and knows the end. She has become a master author to fulfill prophecy and the yielding of his spirit.

The spirit that has cradled the fears that have held the cords so tightly. The only man who could loosen the noose she allows herself to be choked by. Because there was no one to hold her tight. So he clothed her in this robe this robe of whiteness. The robe of fury and peace .To stand she finds herself. To stand for the purpose she has been being molded for. To hold to staff the rod of this righteous revenge.

Her hands get tougher to not feel the pain the reins of control have carved into the fabric of her flesh and soul. She screams with her rusty voice and yells it out into the abyss her steeds must run into. She cuts through the papers the papers that hold her truth until her staff is sharpened. Sharpened to the point of cutting the reins loose.

One by one the are dissolved and the colors go with them. The colors of resentment, chaos, and hate .The colors of festering blemishes that have blinded the beauty of white.... The chains are releases they are gone they fly off the cliffs. She yells to them once more she yells in her heated voice. She yells good bye and they yell back. Look we can fly…


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      Sunshiney31 8 years ago

      Thank you alternate poet. Your compliment makes me smile :)

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      alternate poet 8 years ago

      A really really good prose poem, I sometimes read these things and skip a bit here and there - I am compelled to read every line of yours. You have a firm fan here.

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      RevLady 8 years ago from Lantana, Florida

      What a great hub. It is absolutely beautiful. A joyous emotional experience. Thank you.

      Forever His,

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      Tony McGregor 8 years ago from South Africa

      Powerful words indeed! Thanks so much for sharing them. The dynamics of control and freedom!

      Love and peace


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      lalesu 8 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon

      What a beautiful piece I found while hopping around hubs. By the time it was done, I was certain I could fly!

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      ThatGirlFrankie 8 years ago

      I was caught in the emotion and the journey of this piece. I was delightful and wrenching. Great work!

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      Michael Shane 8 years ago from Gadsden, Alabama

      Great writing & very beautiful said...

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      jasonkern51 8 years ago from stuck in my head

      beautiful words......nicely put together thank you

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      Sunshiney31 8 years ago

      Well thank David Wayne...i take your compliment to heart

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      David Walston 8 years ago from The Large Magellanic Cloud (LMC) (m-M)_0 = 18.41, or 48 kpc (~157,000

      Usually Id Pick My Favorite Line

      Or Leave A Long Comment.

      But The Beauty In Your Words

      Leaves Me Utterly Dumbfounded!

      Wow. Thank You For Sharing

      I look Forward To More

      David Wayne