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Your Sword
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Your Sword |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
Your Sword By: Noah Eaton 2/19/01 Your pen is your sword, filled with ink injected from the heart Your rapier of reason only you can hold, sheathed safely in the lifeforce scabbard May this weapon of justice serve you well, embroidered in loves light May the force be with you, trust your instincts and shed away at the darkness, and you shall become a true poetic master Always keep the tip of your pen on the paper, as you begin to expand your horizons Lightning strikes as pen hits the paper, as you fall into your imagination Emotions quake, new worlds emerge, gods are created Dreams project on through every sentence, tales told as they expand into each other, both factual and fiction Let your mind soften in peace as you write of love in all it’s glory, as you make the sweet surrender through heavens clouds Recover the essence of your first kiss, your first dream of love, your first relationship Translate every sigh into a line, every kiss into a stanza, may all the sweet words flow Share your masterpieces to your love and fall in love all over again, or save them up for when you first meet your love, for that first special moment Get all the sorrow and pain out of your system, when you share your gloomier side Write of your troubled thoughts that keep you awake at night or keep you down during the day Let the thunderclouds in your head eject of all cold tears, thawing your frozen fingers through every expression May we, your friends, sympathize with our thoughts, arching the light of a rainbow inside your head as the clouds slowly break away If you dare, don’t hesitate to share your darker side, foudioyant storm of lightning thoughts erupts, filled with hopeless and agitated thoughts Overcome thoughts of death and horrors of the world, in which we’ll help you conquer May we help pull you out of this mess, put you back on solid ground in a world of love May we cleanse your personal hells and nightmares with faith’s vigor Create a world of your own through every knit and stitch in your fantasies patchwork Let your dreams be your first draft, as you paint the pictures on through language Hold your sword high at the palm of your head, drawing away peer pressure outside of your head Only reaching for the stars set you free, and only believing in yourself will build the bridge Speak your heart out in the realm of rectitude, may you be the judge of what’s right Share your opinions on the government, humanities, nature, and everything in-between You are part of the future, you can make a change, don’t waste your opportunity You cannot entangle your own thoughts in red-tape, there are no restrictions, may your sword courageously scream Your pen is your sword, write on Use it wisely, my friend, never take it for granted Your Majesty is the mainspring of your sword, opening the drawbridge of your heart Unleashing the cavalier within you, lighting wisdoms words you write from your mighty prolific hand… |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thank you Noah. This is excellent! I appreciate your author's approach to the many benefits of using the pen as a sword. Well written! The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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