The Poets Code
Warrior poetry realigns war torn souls
As I descend deeper into my universe
solar eclipse blinds my third eye
sinking deeper into the depths of dream weavers
taking forgotten childhood memories
blending others of different colors,
shapes, sizes, some painful, lustful,
everyone real in one lifetime or another
I watch my beating heart
and wonder how it still functions
after being broken so many times
especially in younger years of lust/love
i'm an incurable romantic
for that i'm eternally grapefruit
savouring eye wincing juices of passion
dripping down the sides of my lover's mouth
here i make camp for the night
watching diamond like stars sparkling
and shimmering through the lonely night
tantalizing dreams heat up my soul
allowing needed sleep and visions
to re-energize my Highland spirit
and tend to soul wounds received
from battles fought in the name of justice
and witnessing inhuman acts of cruelty
to marginalized comrades made homeless
through no fault of their own
retreat within your universe when ever cornored
for pinstriped suits take no prisoners
in the spirit world of your mind
you will find refuge and comfort
here you will transcend the thin veil
becoming enlightened beyond understanding
follow the marks in the sand
left by good poets
and you will find your way home
back to your existance
where you start over again and again...
under a new identity
as innocent as a new born babe
rocked gently into slumber by covert lyrics
of mystical poets encoding the way back home again.
As I descend deeper into my universe
solar eclipse blinds my third eye
sinking deeper into the depths of dream weavers
taking forgotten childhood memories
blending others of different colors,
shapes, sizes, some painful, lustful,
everyone real in one lifetime or another
I watch my beating heart
and wonder how it still functions
after being broken so many times
especially in younger years of lust/love
i'm an incurable romantic
for that i'm eternally grapefruit
savouring eye wincing juices of passion
dripping down the sides of my lover's mouth
here i make camp for the night
watching diamond like stars sparkling
and shimmering through the lonely night
tantalizing dreams heat up my soul
allowing needed sleep and visions
to re-energize my Highland spirit
and tend to soul wounds received
from battles fought in the name of justice
and witnessing inhuman acts of cruelty
to marginalized comrades made homeless
through no fault of their own
retreat within your universe when ever cornored
for pinstriped suits take no prisoners
in the spirit world of your mind
you will find refuge and comfort
here you will transcend the thin veil
becoming enlightened beyond understanding
follow the marks in the sand
left by good poets
and you will find your way home
back to your existance
where you start over again and again...
under a new identity
as innocent as a new born babe
rocked gently into slumber by covert lyrics
of mystical poets encoding the way back home again.
