The Spear
Sculptured cries, rise like skyscrapers.
From the ground up,
From the sky down.
I am not a subject.
Standing with my spirit to the wind,
And my soul to infinity.
I am not a consumer.
With my heart quiet,
And my passion rampant.
For the soulless madness of the world,
Seeks to restrain us all
but fails to oppress out hearts,
And in the end fails once and for all.
Copyright (C) bardicblogger / a thinker never sleeps / Teri Montague 2012.
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“Confusion, however difficult in life, can bring great inspiration.”
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That was an excellent post today. Thanks so much for sharing it. I
really enjoyed reading it very much. You have a wonderful day!
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Thanks very much. xx
Truth. Well done.
Thanks Jamie. xx
I felt an underlying spirituality in this…nice.
Thanks very much. As much I would like to vary my poetry more it always seems to wander towards the existential.