An epic struggle
between love and evil
fought amongst the stars
in the hours of twilight
A zen master, a poet
Who bears not a sword
But honest words
and the courage to feel
His enemy
Not a person or a thing
But the lack of knowing and of feeling
Simply a consuming entropy
A fight disputed in the heart
Fought between lost hope
and peaceful yearning
with two lives in the balance
His voice holds true, a rampant spirit
As if he barrowed strength from the tiger’s roar
His claws touching, but not cutting
As they pierce his soul and release his pain
He bleeds as he finds true balance
in each phrase he holds, in every nuance
As the movement in his voice
Find itself whole in subtle question
Moving through one verse, then another
The flurry of his heart is defying
His actions seeming rash, chaotic, incomplete
Yet ending in perfect calligraphic emotion
His passion echoes a life never lived
And his lust, a care he could never afford
He is a man with only one possession
A life given without question to his heart
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I’m flattered!
Travis
July 11th, 2006