Sword of Damocles
You win ever so calmly never to know
what may be hanging straight above your head.
Under complications we break and bestow –
Habitual ponders and worriment are gifts to our dreads.
Always constant surveillance of our presence,
so tranquil that we are too blind to see –
Our mindset is not one of omniscience
There is a blade balancing on one single follicle for me
There’s danger which dozes in an instant breath right upon us.
It is something classically romantic to catch us off guard;
and under the simplicities we hum for our lust
It is men of high power who frequently bombard
You’ve not understood experiences,
You’ve not truly unlocked minds,
The shoes you wear were sewn of pretenses,
Multiple paths is what the sage follows and finds –
There is a wisdom we feel impossible of acquiring –
To infinity could my dust turn to waterfalls?
How would one go about flying under the sage’s wing?
I fall short of breath when my radiation enthralls.
We mustn’t surrender to futile obsessions –
Rather we shall succumb to the greater good.
I went to Kilimanjaro for an emancipation lesson,
it is then that I learned to do what I should.
There are those who want to walk across water.
There are those who want to bathe in wine.
Some men are drenched in iniquity and slaughter.
Some men are out only to take what is mine.
When there is a little voice audible we should listen
Over-sighting is the division of souls
Men of power more often scar than glisten
And they are often paid in wickedness – even when they receive folles
Cruelty is more often rewarded than folie,
nevertheless, liberated is how I’ve remained.
I am regarded more as criminal than as holy –
True emotion is shunned while fake bravery is acclaimed
Tender heart – abandon not –
Submission is less beautiful than diamonds;
And when vanity turns to virtue, souls will rot –
waves to blades, dusk to dawn, peasants to high men.
Copyright © Jahnavi Rose | Year Posted 2008
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