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Two Men on a Trail

Updated on August 31, 2012

The Shadow of Fear

A Horse of the Apocalypse
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Two Men on a Trail



Your pain is real, Sir


And that is why I say this dark September


You must understand a thing or two


About what’s the difference between me and you


Concerning affairs of this land


God left us on, and here we stand


Fear is just like a shadow of sorts


That covers the likes of mystic ports


In the mind of humans every day of the year


It chooses no battle without a seer


And he carries a weight because something’s dear


To his heart whether mist or clear


He must order his legion across studded fields


And place young men where they’re souls yield


Unto God the beauty of their souls


Because something always seeks to control


Our imaginations which are so boundless


The elephant in the corner is completely soundless


It will not stop as long as we draw breath


Because man is unsure of his timely death


And no one is exempt from its dark courage


Even if he is young in his mother’s dotage


Or a squandering aristocrat on the mend


From not knowing why the money he spends


Cleaved from the dust and bitten fruit from a tree


I saw Him when I was on my knees


In the mud and rain and tides of a rift


Between the Love that is our required gift


To escape the toxicity of a lonely night


I thought I might have succumbed to my plight


But the trick you see is the knowing in the knowing


Of a universe that keeps growing and growing


Intrepid I fly because I must and I will


For I have seen what fear can kill


If a place in this world is what you really seek


Take a hiatus from the elementally weak


And spend it with the Red, the positive, the love and grow


The Black watches your move still wherever you go


And that’s a fine thing to be so welcomed


By something even so evil even He’ll come


The left and the right, the up and the down


We roam about this endless town


Blind to the true path we should take in a cloven wood


We’ll never know all that’s to be understood


Take heed, friend, I think you’re in dire need of a kiss


The lights are getting low and I must return to my miss.




-Mike Head (9/1/12)


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      whonunuwho 5 years ago from United States

      Yes, Michael, God does send his people across studded fields, and He awaits with open arms to receive them in his infinite wisdom and benevolence. We are all the same inside, whether we are big in statue in a thankless society, or so small that we may feel like worms that crawl in the soil. But I ask you, do we not all mean the same to our God and does He not love us all equally? My answer is simple. We will find our answer one day, and it will make us glad.