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My eyes

Deep set

Shade the noon sun.

I gaze upon rivers of time

I am all that was before me

I am the conscripted evidence of sacrifice

I am molded and shaped

I have learned.

The Seasons, the sky, the earth

Before brick, stone, wood, and metal

My fragile frame walked

As giants fell

I rose from the mud

Aware of silent leaders trembling brightly in the dark

I am the child of mother wit

I am the ghost of Cain and the spirit of Abel

I walk amongst the brethren

I have learned.

The land, the animals, and the sea

I am the navigator of gatherers

I am the fire

The sweet aroma of burning meat

I am the smoke in the distant

I am the cause of instinct

I have learned.

I built great walls upon unreachable peaks

And dropped stones into humble valleys

I pillaged grassy plains and erected palaces

I civilized beast and savage

I am the monument of fear

I have learned.

I desire tender touch

Whilst swinging sword double edged

I am the turbulent wind under duress

And the cool breeze of peaceful sleep

I am the hot stifling summer heat

I am the tender rain falling, offering relief.

I have learned.

I am emotion

I am spirit

I am of the clan of the race of man

At odds.

© Sep 2007

In Passing Shield your eyes from the polluted essence of selfishness jagged cliffs of self righteousness never shall trip you
let thy heart guide thee through the narrow paths
sharp desires of pointed lusts,
are dimmed in the heartfelt glow of a stranger's warm smile
Return in earnest to tender souls reaching out
Judging not the passerby.

I stand

 

Watching, Screaming loudly

At the masses, the educated, and indoctrinated

 

Nincompoops willfully upholding and sustaining

Immoral builders..Descendants

Holy Roman Empires and Hapsburg Dynasties

 

Shielded by the waters of spiritual pessimism

I stand unaligned and against prevailing wisdom

Evading demonic gorillas

I stand alone

Ostracized

 

I bear the stink of disobedience

 

Odorous and offensively by design

The Mark of the Creator lies in my eyes

 

I cannot be fooled

 

I float like Styrofoam above the stormy waters

Subterfuge hath no power beyond the carnal

 

I stand

Metaphysically resolute and unafraid, I stand

 

In the midst among the weeping common

 

Searching for the Brothers

The unkempt social misfits

 

The egalitarian soldiers who are awakening.

 

The Anarchist Hero

 

Anti

MonoTheoDemocracies clearly Mobocracies

Whose perpetuation of strife and war in the name of God,

Smote his children for gold bars,

While waving etched papers above the heads

Attracting the eyes

Detouring the soul

Splitting from the azz the heart of Man.

I stand

Walking through burnt villages

Ruminant

Crushing the tear wet ashes of neighborhood

Calling to the remnant hoodwinked and distracted

Painfully.

Aware of my shinning bullseye tattoo 

The arrogance of my halo

Never to be subdued.

Be Kind The WolfMan is Sensitive about his looks

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