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Yeah, Sure! Fear of Change.
Mystic moon rising
the shadowed initiation
there is a vast canyon
between the known and the unknown
and the power therein.
The innocent curiosity in a child's eyes
at the brilliance of sandcastles!
The dark oblivion in a madmans;
frozen in thoughts of silent rage!
The central theme of a cultural
belief reddened by tribal pride
and a powerless cause!
In a word,
without the light of humanity!
is to stop you from completeing yours!
The duality of marginal difference,
may cost you the breathe of life
Many are alive,
but few share our lust for life
and live every moment as our last;
Even the tiger finds no room to insert it's
and yet an unhealthy air fills the walls.
Doubt creeps in
and locks you to the familiar
for fear of the free gift of change!
The tongue speaks unfamiliar languages,
for the security
of the insecure
and you will glorify pale shadows
of remembrance of good times
and great friends!
The ravaged wolf with many victims
tracks in illusion and dream
to shred and deny
fullfillment with uncertainty,
of what can not be known
and at the moment of break through
shallow logic regresses and ascends
and leaves the carcass
of a once courageous soul
to spend nine moons
in stale winds!
The reek of smoke and whiskey
and the sent of wanton women
open the gate further
so that splintered despair may enter and bloom
as the worm becomes a friend
and clouds fly by!
Yes, you may use my sword and shield
so that you may not yeild to mediocre,
that old heretic of the ancient field.
I will fight with and for you
It takes courage to authentically live
and not live for or near
the viper of fear!
Ageless, formless, shapeless
and yet has possession enough over faith and hope
to castrate your liberation
to real life!
A sad lament for a grey soul,
Good does conquer Evil.
If you would only believe...