Fear, threat and force; power tools of the weak.
Such is their quench, no care for the source of this powerful stench.
A toxic tyrant toils in the tower.
Flocks fall for this front, yet strength sees true character.
Sheep are too weak to challenge the wrath.
They bury in crowd, they follow the path.
Grown men crave like child and dog.
A bitter sweet, hollow bone,
Stockholm and slots.
Wry smiles plaster outside,
While inside they gnaw at their pride.
Have left any spine?
They pacify their souls to the pitfalls of standing.
Fear has its ruling.
A toxic relationship is calling.
Until the heart breaks the scale.
Such cowardice, sickly and despicable.
Hast thou no pride?
For he knows of man’s true potential.
A man is but a beast if not for himself.
To say what he feels, to create his own self.
To carry the weight of his search for true meaning,
than buckle at the worn knee, hearts bleeding.
Knowledge of time, minds of great, systems of thought;
threads man call pull,
but to stitch his own weave, heave his own right,
that is his ultimate fight.
For no book absolute in meaning.
No man absolute in conceiving.
Perfectly packaged propaganda,
Divisive and deceiving.
Careful of those who claim to know all,
Without question, there are questions for which man can not know at all.
For he who is wise, realises he is one of a kind.
Kind of a wonder.
A wonder in time.
Let nature be his guide.
For nature he sees,
Yet nature he be.
A drop in the ocean,
Yet ocean, not he.
Sinuous rills of insecurity.
Entangle once fertile ground.
Docile beasts with cage, lock and key.
There’s safety in chains, security in numbers.
Wild and free he’s made to be,
Will soul break free?
One life have he.
He sees past the front.
A threat this man be.
Exhibition of character, fears thee.
Tyrant blows his wrath.
Babylon shakes beneath.
While sheep graze to numb.
For Xanadu revolves around but one.
A poisonous pleasure dome indeed.
Strength need not endless pander, for ego has evolved.
Strength wants to see standing, not just ovation,
For truth warms his heart and growth keeps him fed.
Strength creates true power.
Strength nourishes its surrounds.
Strength lifts, while ego drowns.
Look twice around his circle.
Headless sheep or comrades in character?
How heavy his hearty?
How strong his conviction?
How innate his nature?
How does he feel worthy?
The man can not see his ill,
The man can not think he is bad,
The man can not see his thirst,
For there is dissonance in cognizance;
Therein lies the problem.
Perhaps you can see;
Do your flowers wilt or thrive?
Do your batteries drain or charge?
Is your magnet drawn to opposing poles?
How good;
your thoughts,
your words,
your deeds?
No man is born tyrant,
Good, whole and free,
from womb come he.
One day he met wrath,
Vicious cycle continued with thee.
No man is born sheep,
Curious, playful and free,
The joy of life he be.
Yet time and time he sees,
Dogs want him on his knees,
Barking him to be,
Another dog that barks on its knees,
A true test for thee,
Will bread, power or truth will he?
Learn from your nature,
Listen to your heart,
Feel with your gut,
Act with your soul.
Question your quench,
Think through your tower,
Align your allies,
Go inside for greatness,
For your dominoes;
you take to the grave.
Energy generates power.
Greatness commands respect.
Weakness demands overcoming.
Man is in the making.