I had held myself as a greater man,
A soldier aloof from the whims of life.
The only things I cared for were the gladius in my hand
The screams of my enemies
As their blood dripped from my blade
And they lay clawing at my feet.
I went whoring with the boys
Played with them games of dice
Laughed at their jokes.
It was all lip service.
I did not care for their ways,
The ways of lesser men.
I was a soldier whose only lust was for blood.
I was better.
The new recruits came
With their beardless faces.
They huddled together for comfort,
Some cried to their mothers
Those simpering wrecks were of no interest
Except for one
With the stature of a god
The confidence of a titan
He stood amongst his peers
As a man stands amongst children.
It was not long until we sparred.
As good soldiers there was no need for words.
We both knew what was obvious
What was as certain as life and death
We were brothers in arms
Of the same breed
We were as one.
The fight came.
Outnumbered ten to one
Until blood soaked our faces
Our enemies and our own
Until crimson flooded our eyes
Before night fell we were the only two left
Alone in a field full of ravenous beasts
Of coprses waiting for the crows
Left to rot in some far flung land.
Their gaping snouts salivated
Waiting for the chance to sink their blades into our flesh.
A new emotion filled my veins.
I was no longer fighting for myself
To satisfy my lust for death
But for my kin standing next to me
The god made flesh
It was as we stood back to back
As I felt him stand firm against Fortuna’s whims
That I knew I was finally what I claimed to be
Has made me a greater man.
There's greatness and essence in everything that i keep on compressin'
and if I let my skill loose i can get very impressive,
our struggle is not something that i want to keep on addressin'
but if it brings tears to your eyes, here let me give you some leverage.
It's hard to explain
that i never been on a plane,
people think i'm insane
people think that i'm playing,
If it's ok i rather stay close to the earth,
after all it hosted my birth
clear skies and water, it's gonna get worse.
let's clean minds
becoming the bleach of a nation
overcoming some streets! It's amazing!
under the streets in the basement,
The real talk
never gets played on the stations
Believe it or not it's not artificial
this heart is hard to get through
lines smoother than tissues
own nothing that's superficial
The blood, bones and organs of beauty
are figure, poise, grace and glow,
just as memory, intelligence, reflex and intuition
compose the talent.
Anyone can have skill with inclination and diligence
and God has given us all the talent
to translate skill into action,
action for development or destruction.
4th. Nov. 2016
Why is that confusing?
Is my poet dying?
A lot of chaos, I'm surrounded
Never believed I will lose hope
I had tutors directing my path
I derailed, and now I'm lost
Searching for a shortcut
To get to the highest mount
The path I chose will show
The reality of hard work
The strain I should bear
Through the forest path