Warring the Specious

Closed mind, closed heart, dead soul
Ever forward and no thought for goal
Searching ~ For what? They never know
Dying each step, and unable to grow
Spacious ideals, but Specious design
Ever relating the banal and benign
Searching for what? An argument true?
Or the lie most easily believed by you?

Lift up your shield and brace for the blow
Let Mind not war 'gainst Battles' ebb or flow
Hack and Slash, Cut and Riposte
Destroy each lie of the cunning Host
Keep your wit-blade unstained and bright
An open mind, heart, and courage through night
A soul filled with love and naught can destroy
The life of him to whom truth is a joy


ELAshley
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Spurred of the moment with intent of purpose
and no desire to revise or amend



..::Original Comments::..

Pretty evident of the moment that made you write it... we really shouldn't revise what our heart makes us create.... for by doing so we decide to detach the moment that gave birth to a thought, from us. Smile.
Posted by clown on 07/04/2006 12:43:16 AM

Thank you for the comment on my drawing. I too seek truth, if that is your path. What are the devices we have at our disposal for revealing that piece of the immeasurable?
Posted by primitivegroove on 07/17/2006 03:34:47 AM

The only tool we've ever really needed was our God given conscience... the one tool rarely employed by man.
Posted by MuslinOpaque on 07/17/2006 04:08:02 AM