The Lion
When I look ahead, I can see the faint fire of the trail blazer's torch.
The guiding gold that gives my mind rest,
And quiets the boiling panic that spills from my mouth,
Reserving for me the soothing waters of the plebs.
The sweet cerulean that kisses the weary,
And sings in gentle tones to their tired hearts.
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There is fierce scarlet in the world, and royal gold.
Transient beings that to my eyes defy their very nature,
And rise above in flame to join the immortals.
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My eyes stay fixed on the roaring beauty of the invincible.
The invincible demand my eyes,
And lead me to the endless tomorrow in confidence,
With knowledge of the universe in their ignited eyes.
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If you have not yet seen power, turn your head to the east,
And let your eyes follow the molten magnificence to the west.
And sleep. Sleep in your surrender.
Let yourself be the acolyte of the mighty sphinx.
The center of all known things.
From the massive truth of the new age,
To the dust that is pulled by the wind of it's own insignificance.
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I think we are all privileged to breathe like the living do.
I think there is pride to be taken in the colors of our lives.
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What a sculpture the artist has created.
The silent background and their bare faces
Turned toward the mortal masterpiece of eternal hands.
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The consuming inferno.
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Zodiac
PoetryA collection based on the zodiac signs Some of these get very dark. Skip it if you're easily upset.
