The Rebellious Man
The Rebellious Man
If love was meant to be
Dare he stand before his own soul
And deny it
Will he risk his broken heart
Should he turn aside from the path of breaking
And the making of destiny
Call fate in an inconstant hand
And rebel at being dragged kicking and screaming
From his peaceful world
Than have to face the anguished and raptures of love
Dare he risk his mended heart
Though he may end in the grey faceless world
Would it have been better
To have waved his banner and made his stand
Can he risk his rebellious heart
The final emptiness of all his endeavors is looming
The last lines of romanticism and poetry
Sucked from his marrow
To escape the rebellion of love
And pin his blindfold donkey’s tail of words
To a thoroughly kicked Ass
Does he risk the cracks in his own plasterwork
The battalions of emotions assault every barricade
Scramble over the beautifications beatitudes
Hungry dogs of their own salvation
They leave him naked
To struggle upon the win or lose
And in a T-shirt muse he is proclaimed
Should he risk his win or lose of her heart
Or bow upon acceptances knee
With fair judgment judge so fastidiously
Lay bare his warrior heart for all to see
Carry on the fight through the trench wrought fields
Merely to save a rose from hell
Should he risk his own; to the win or lose of her heart
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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