The warrior blood
Runs thick
It shifts heavy feet,
Ones that drag, scrape,
Slowly. Moving with steady
Force.
Ones that are grounded
Rooted, fed from systems below.
Sprawl overhead, capture
The light from above.
Equality undetstood.
Ones that reach through time
Bringing souls back,
Resurrecting mind lost,
Or mistrekked.
Usually there are many there to grip,
Begging for another chance.
Slipping through strong hands,
Paitiently awaiting return.
Creating again.
Warriors dont miss home.
Theirs a path of freedom,
Birth is just a part of the dance.
Home, branching far from
The start, desire to roam,
And be healed.
Paths chosen before.
Relation written in stone,
Instant awareness when
Home is felt, whether there
Or somewhere else, in the
Eyes of the tribe of warriors.
Standing strong, side by side.
Recognition of pride
In my warrior ways.
My battle days, my
White flag moment.
A warriors surrender to fate.
Submittal to the date,
The times current.
The tick of time,
The pause of seconds,
Where time dissolves.
That pause, time stalls
It rests, in the dark
To prepare for the tock.
Tick... tock...
Warriors know how to bow.
Gracefully head down,
Arms stretched out
Prepared to receive the
Pour down.
The love abound, the
Embrace of rebirth.
Of the ticks
Forcefully leading, pushing
Expanding towards the tocks.
Tick ... tock ...
It wont stop,
Now is the time, warriors,
Stand up!
Arms up!
Receive the down pour of
Love.
Open your heart, feed
The systems below
So new life continues to grow and
Thrive.
Bear down, it can be found. Its
You, warrior.
You are the love.
