No Fear To Vanish

I wrote this with a feeling of wanting to break out of myself, to become something amazing.

 

I have a desire to prowl fresh lagoons

untouched by treachery

in a visceral cloud-land

I dare to float

to make good dreams bloom true for you

to activate tight connections across vast distances,

to spread seeds on strong winds and plant vivid colors of truth and freedom.

My roots will not be lifted

 my timber hidden in cloud caps

  my heart is a lost notebook found on golden sands by blue waters

 waiting for a zen master to take over where i can't begin

 

 My master is trapped in mist that poured from my own breath into a lost forest,

sometimes I catch His echoes in phrases and places too foggy to remember

i seek oracles amidst cataclysmic landscapes of greed and corruption

 waiting for an opportunity to slither through the factions and charge them all with

ABUSE OF POWER and TOTAL INJUSTICE

 

I've been searching hard for Ezekiel's exuberant fire

digging and working through clutters of Heart entanglement

I'm still sifting through yards of sea weed and self-worth trying to work out

the kinks and slime

whenever magic moons rise

I get an urge to gallop through the fade-less light

no bounds to hold me

no doubts to sight me

no laws to encumber me

no assassin's cold steel to blunder my free progress through Beauty's night

 

 

Can I find a fresh lagoon so I can be exonerated?

So I can stop rising in hot Fahrenheit?

I find their conspicuous eyes unsettling

their insidious deeds a tragic fire of the soul that only true justice can make perish.

If only words could save me

 I would drift in that lost notebook on free waters

becoming Ezekiel's fire for some aspiring writer to find

let him gaze the words so his heart and soul ignite

let his eyes reflect 1000 suns and burn down

all corrupted rungs

 

Do not let your timber smolder

Do not be turned by truth smugglers

who peddle off to the next town leaving ash and sand behind them.

 

 

When I met the Captain of my soul 

He told me " If you speak the truth then Have No Fear To Vanish"

So I went to the woods to meditate and try to rebuild all that was taken away from me

all the hopeless slums that shot me

and caused me to be buried by Avalanche

 

All the heart-break I carefully stitched back together

 with a reclaiming fire

 not of this world

I let its secrets torch me in my silent mind

Rebuild me   Rebuild me 

 my screaming whispers repeated

 

There in the red dust of my nothingness,

where bright worlds once smiled and thrived

I heard the drum beats start their rhythm

I saw an outcast rider smiling in the distance

his cool mind dripping jewels behind him lighting his path in magic entry

 

When I caught the sparkle from his Captain eyes,

 I was suddenly uplifted by his enduring strength, good heart, simple truth, and soul beauty.

It was then I knew I would charge full speed into a firing squad armed with a shovel or nothing at all,

 if it came down to it.

Yes I knew I would die for him.

 

As the late-night thought rose up toward the indifferent stars, the summer night with its simple sounds surrounding,

 I was shocked to feel the sharp intensity, and

 an unquenchable thirst for this moment to come.

It went beyond words, but a powerful pull inside me drove the reins to this love of duty.

 I yearned for the moment like a kid yearning for a new toy. I burned for it, to die in a final sound of gun-roar and barbarian screams, in a perpetual quest for freedom, truth and justice.

 

 I had no Fear to vanish.....

 

Author's Note

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