I have no mouth, but I can sing.
I have no form, but I have wings...
What am I?
Brothers and Sisters, Golden Braids we are...
Twisting together, Twisting apart.
Nothing without us, We follow our hearts.
Blood and Breathe, Life and Death,
Good and Gold. My dying Faith...
Do you See, the Lying case,
Use used abused Love wroth written Wraith...
So Real, so fake.
Still I see through, this smoke so Opaque.
The Wolf's cunning winter, brings home the Stake.
A rose clenched upraised, a flowing stream.
Constant change, the stigmata drips on down the arm.
In hoc signo vinces, but to stop and smell the rose...
Serenity
Logos and Daimon, singing in harmony.
Demiurge contained by, restrained loving Wisdom.
Compassion is learnt, love through understanding.
Empathic by Nature, Tortured by Desire.
Words we cannot Understand submit their truth by,
Stature.
It is said that you campaign in poetry, and govern in prose,
but all great prose is poetry...
So therefore, I suggest to you;
Govern your life as poetry in motion.
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