The Consecration of the Struggle Within 08

 

This is the consecration of the struggle within.

Desperation… breath released, words wasted.

Ergo the battle must be fought in pen. 

Always for what you believe, never for what you are told.

The bed holds on. The dreams die slowly. The eyes grow tired and heavy.

Continue to remember that we are striving to forget.

Let go, don’t let up.

Wage these wars with words daily.

Consecrate.

Hold convictions close.

Never settle… only strive, fight, write rise.

In this incessant onslaught we may find ourselves,

our true identity,

not these heirs of complacency that drag us from our beds and dreams and objectives into this motionless ocean of society.

Existence is a target

waiting for the bullet

to come and end it all

whereas time is the gun.

As an individual it is imperative that before that moment one must imprint this canvas of life’s battlefield with at least a stain... ...A word… A touch… A   lone.