The yin and yang
My side by side
Allowing me to freely glide
Through my days and
nights so dark.
Sincere words yet
with a bark.
Bravado like no one else
but sensitive when addressed.
For words to him must be clear
so they may float and adhere.
To those he loves
and keeps locked tight
inside his heart where
its out of sight.
For fear you might
pull away or maybe
silence comes out to play.
Its black and white
no grey you see
Your decisions
make you free.
I'm built the same
from mirrored molds
Happiness is what
makes you whole.
Stay in the zone
that makes you safe
But take a chance
forget defeat.
Curiousity keeps
us alive
by propelling us
to love and thrive.
Wherein do I cast my lot in your ground fallow
To what God do I condemn myself, a follower
Is it in your past, now resurrected
That I plant my emblem, however afflicted
My words flow forth as an exhortation
To your rapture now emblazened in an emblem
An emblem of eagle, of glorious flight
Now soaring high in unbreakable night
Do I cling to the past, glory misbegotten
Or is it the truth, resurrected, in my words begotten
The eagles which stood erect and solid, fixed and firm
Are now so fluttering, by winds of change thus churned
When I study your past, so glorious, now lapsed
Am I imagining a glory once alive, now passed
Is there a future, a golden gleam
To the past portrayed, of Roman beams
When I see the outline of honor once teeming
Am I but seeing in present but pointless meaning
I long for the possibility the future
Yet is it but that, a child never yet to ma-ture
America my living, guiding light
Are ye but the glimmer of hope 'fore dark age, 'fore night
so tell me then illustrious men
who've wandered far beyond the ken
Of we who strive with words and pen
to tell the world of cock and hen
who roosted in the way back when
in lofts of thatch and wicker den
resting in the soggy fen
Or tending hind in mountain glen
Beside the hearths so plastered then
with ashes mixed in salted mud
to hold the heat of hand split wood
beyond the time of burning
well past the times of yearning
like cockled eggs and oaten whey
to hold us through another day
Until the long ships make their way
Into this mountain sheltered bay
to give us news of how they fared
so we may write and spread the word
far into times ahead of all our men so dead
who sailed the seas and conquered dread
while we who shiver in the night
and stubbornly record our plight
weaving rhyme and beating time
with words to be remembered
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