These random thoughts
Are mine,
And that finite act of doing
Defines the essence of me;
Vacillate like a squirrel ?
No....not I!
The monster storm I shall ever chase,
Channeling fear as fuel
For the engine within,
A cerebral turbine
Hell-bent on exploration;
The mythic mountain I shall ever climb,
Stains of sweat and struggle
Streaking over her peaks
And jagged edges,
Bleeding wisdom into callouses and scars
For future wars;
And the roar of the rhythmic river
Hurling waves high over
Hidden cliffs,
Her furious fall
A source of energy
And joy for all;
Here I shall ever swim
On a dare, a whim
Or simply because she's there...
Calling!
~ P (#stormchaser)
11/14/2013
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 8:27 AM UTC
These random thoughts
Are mine,
And that finite act of doing
Defines the essence of me;
Vacillate like a squirrel ?
No....not I!
The monster storm I shall ever chase,
Channeling fear as fuel
For the engine within,
A cerebral turbine
Hell-bent on exploration;
The mythic mountain I shall ever climb,
Stains of sweat and struggle
Streaking over her peaks
And jagged edges,
Bleeding wisdom into callouses and scars
For future wars;
And the roar of the rhythmic river
Hurling waves high over
Hidden cliffs,
Her furious fall
A source of energy
And joy for all;
Here I shall ever swim
On a dare, a whim
Or simply because she's there...
Calling!
~ P (#stormchaser)
11/14/2013
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