Nietsche Meets a DragonMy walk has been long,Many verses has my song.Have seen so many places.I’ve worn so many faces,I once was a grown up child.Lived in forests running wild.Why obey mothers?Why please others?Misunderstood by all,Too deaf to hear the call.All was well when others fell,Throwing mud and drawing blood.I burned out, saw with frustration,That I would win no better station,That biting, clawing and mindless negation,Led me no closer to salvation.So I sold my life to the shark.And embraced the ocean’s lonely dark,His wisdom I will not forgetHe showed me how to foil the net.“See… you cannot simply cease to
Backdoor MenI take a walk; in my hand a little stick;Every bar makes a little click.Mansions behind bars like a jail;Are they rich enough to leave on bail?Front gate is massive, high and wide.Would ringing the bell get me fried?The hinges resemble medieval pikes,The top is lined with golden spikes.I never had much luck with this type of gate.Tried, judged and found lacking was my fate.It seems to be built for others, for shining stars;Not for the huddled ghosts behind the bars.Those that enter are the few we like to show,Those that succeed, achieve and glow.They are who everybody wants to be;Their glory distracts from misery.But their
GravityGravity is the force that pulls on mass;At least that I learned in class.This law fell like an apple from a tree.It's fundamental; it is key.All matter gravitates to this field's peak;But is it also what I should seek?I feel the pull, see its allure;Dreams would become true there I'm sure.Halfway in the vortex I get to think,What's the chance of a bigger dream beyond the brink?What will I forfeit by just drifting?Right here, right now my fate is shifting!A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.Feels so stupid… why fight and push?I drift towards heaven so why should I move?Why leave comfort and a future I can
School PrisonThe guard searches my pencil case.Blood shot eyes and tension in his face.He fingers his gun and I'm not sure,How much he thinks I can endure.After the body scanner in the narrow corridor.Orange clad ghosts keep shuffling on the floor,Transparent lockers, bullet proof glass,Nobody speaks as we go to class.LaPierre tells us about sums and to do a simple fraction.He smiles and clicks rounds into his double action.He puts it down and I stare into the deadly end;He calls it his lady and the shotgun his friend.Next is history, a tale about taxation,About the bullets that shaped the nation.Mr. Heston cleans a Smith & Wes
The FishmongerEarly in the morning I see her on the shore.Her figure so thin, her hands are sore.Sent out to catch the fish,Needed for the evening dish.Her hands are cold,Her line is old.Slowly she threads the hooks,Wrong bait it's from the looks.I see a "Could tell you but I won't",She thinks it's a good one but I don't."Another time perhaps" hangs also on the line,"You wouldn't understand" she thinks is just as fine.As she drags the hooks through the dirt,I see what hangs from every third."Tell you another day." Her boat drifts on the bay.She casts the line and waits.Heavy words are used like weights.What she thinks wi
My Lady is a PulsarMy lady is a pulsing star,Her light brightens the sky so far.Theory has it that she shines non stop,But I only see her when her light's on top.A black sky with a light so frail;She turns, spins and whirls her double tail.What a coward she is to hide in a night so very dark,She is unique... she is my spark.I'm a shooting comet and my game is speed;I wish I could just halt and fill my need.We comets burn but harbor frozen hearts;We cross the sky like lightening darts.Comets are not really bright,I'm not sure what causes her flickering light.Her moving tails are quite hypnotic,I dream of them. See them twisting, so
SNAP!My foot taps, I can't sit still,To continue work escapes my will.Got no time, only quarter past noon.Need the dime but will be fired soon.My hand spasms and grips the table,My arms under tension like a cable.I just want to SNAP!Here it goes.. oh crap!I stand relieved; the tension gone,Seeing the mountains my heart calls home.I grab the glider and expand my wings.I fly up to join others to fly like kings.I flow with the world just like my mind;I sigh in relief, no longer confined.Got no time to think about tomorrow,Don't want to linger on such sorrow.Life is here and now.Don't ask why, just ask how!So many t
The Invisible BridgeOne step from the edge I wonder…How did I get here, I ponder.It would be easier to leave,And keep untested my belief.The masses won't allow retreat,I see their spit I feel their heat.They are my mentors, my family and friends,Can't believe they all came to see how it ends.The test is easy; find the way,All I see is the cliff… and grey.They want to guide me I am sure,And their words could help me to endure.To give advice is why they came,But their advice is not the same.Some want me to use the rope,Some suggest mere belief… and hope.They are my teachers, should they not speak as one?It would be easier, I would
IndecisionIt's shiny and made of brass,It has a cover made of glass.Within a needle always true,points the way to heaven's view.I watch it spin and wonderWhat awaits me up a yonder.You ask why I'm not yet gone?Why the feat is not yet done?I think the compass is at fault,I'd wish the needle would just halt.Instead it spins and spins,And no single direction wins.One day it will stop and only shake,It's the signal for my misery to break.I will be free to pursue my fate,But what if I'm too late?Alas! The needle is still moving!And the pain in my legs' just proving,That I stood here far too long,Worrying that my directi
My MasterTo be young means to have a master;the few without head for disaster.I too had to learn and looked for knowledge;his trust I earned and went to college.How hard it was, as I remember now;he cut my claws and made me bow.How proud I was. He made me see my flaws.I often dreamt of going,but never could, always knowingI' d lose for good what he'd been showing;that my very soul was glowing.I learned the secrets of the sky;exhilarating it was… to be so high.He taught me that and to be clever.I will honor him, for now. Forever.The saying goes: What flies high must fall.I felt the woes, I flew high and lost it al
About Flying Apes and DragonsPilots. Not one's the same.I've been watching for some time.It looks easy; it's my game.To hug the sky… to call it mine.Ah… Lufticus competicus in red,And draconis gaudium in blue.One will soon be dead,The other pays his due.The red so vibrant and blindingHis wings unfold. I watch him flyHis eagerness is bindingHe won't get old; I'll watch him die.The blue seems a bit timid, even shy,He values flight above all thingsHe flies in his limit, flies without lieI think he will keep his wings.But I like the reds. They talk so loud,Always the same, always high and fast,Seeking the cheer of the crowd,It'
The Three BrothersThe ground so heavy, the sky so farA Heart's desire to ride the skyPilots. That's what we are.Bound to fly.The sound of exhaustion shatters the tranquility of dewy air at dawn, movement on the old dirt road leading to the cliff above the valley. Slowly with the merciless resistance of the steep mountain road a Heart drags his brothers Mind and Body up the rock-strewn path. It believes… no… knows, that the weight of Body and Mind is nothing but an illusion. The irresistible pull of the cliff on top just a little further up the road, the place where reality and magic become one. Exhaustion numbs the heart while sweat runs li
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