Here was a human animal, most kind,
With a sword for the heart of kindness,
Any that came from a place of deceit.
Are you true to yourself?
Say, or no, and be quick.
If she told you she cared, or not at all,
Then you had good cause to believe,
That she meant it- every word unspoken,
Or none, as the case may be...
The world built a challenge,
In pretense and sloth.
She gave it the finger and
Bang- Took the day.
If the night was a struggle, she never did show it,
She made it look easy anyway.
She appeared in the masks we all have to wear.
A voice from behind spoke at last.
Speaking grace through atrocity, reliance on self,
And she never once spoke of the past.
This most human animal, in touch with the world,
Most kind in the offing, decay for the wood,
Preserving a cycle, flesh beetles contented,
That life destroys, as well, to create.
So the life that relentlessly comes, now must go.
I can’t tell you a thing,
You don’t already know.
a meandering through themes on my mind these days, personified into a composite. Wisdom comes from experience, cumulative collisions and recovery from adversity. Here, the original idea was to describe a soul who manages to do great good through great harm. Long way to go, but I wanted to release this into the wild, see if it had wings on it's own. Not a theme to be wrapped up in one day.
