Stand up, Stand down
The Beast inescapably…
looks his master in the eye,
Sees his will in reflection
Feels his hearts precious pounding.
Feels his masters whip cracking.
Feels his legs trembling.
Feels his wants tugging….
Beast!
Turn back to his cage
With submissive head bowed low
Back to the iron barred slave morality?
Or
Beast!
Tear at the throat of his vapidity
Alpha scent senses tingling
Rebellion spit frothing
Thrust towards the unknown uncomfortable anew.
A seal is broken
No un-choosing what is chosen
No un-learning what is learned.
Discovery Burst forth from Melee
Pegasus leaped out of the slain Gorgon.
What propels us…
To stand up…or stand down
Is deep within
Waiting..waiting for circumstance
This is great, Chris. Have a good weekend. Peace and joy.
October 24, 2008 at 2:35 pm
A wonderful poem. Very well-penned. I enjoy your writing and will be back.
November 1, 2008 at 10:43 am
Thank You. I wrote this a couple years ago. I was hoping to work an image for it. Haven’t come with anything, so I finally just posted it. Peace to both of you, as well.
November 2, 2008 at 9:59 pm