"Hold the hand the guides your fatebut don't let it lead you on"
In my disenchantment, substantiated by lack of reason,
I beckon towards a newfound day with goals of treason.
Hark back the winds of treachery, batten down the hatches; war is at bay
The red dawn is rising; stand fast, this is the American way
Quiet rider; slow your gait, poise the guns, cough the signal, war has begun.
Ripping red coats, sodden flesh, blue bloods born to aspiration die loveless.
Serendipity and just cause are lost in romance with the devil and the death dance.
March away hastily if not trot, death beseeches us each and every one, does it not?
Whistling echoes off the birch wood trees; deadly pirouettes ricochet around my knees.
God, if there such a being help me please, war is blasphemy.
I was not a construct of this vile device, only a hesitant participant.
When truth was realized I found myself to be a tool of ill intents dreams,
Relegated to a self-destructive, ill constructed, pawn of the Queen.
Wade A.
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Gives a lot of thought, of course, I am a little twisted anyway. Good write.
Lisa~ Depending on whose side you're on, it's either one or the other. Thank you!
I ask myself often why the devil and his queen have to be so darned seductive...
Love the poem, Wade, but the quote really grabbed my attention..."Hold the hand that guides your fate, but don't let it lead you on."
I felt that quote was pertinent in a strange way. I was going for the "death awaits" feeling. I'm glad you liked it.
I have to say...that's what I like about your poetry. It has meaning to you personally, but it's universal in it's appeal and I can read it and understand it on a deeper level and derive meaning toward my own personal experiences. If that makes sense.
...or, if I may quote myself:
“Some people try to bury their past, I try to resurrect it and make it dance”.
Okay, now I'm stroking my own ego! He he!
There's another quote I especially like. Bury your past and it will eventually bury you. Make it dance, and you can learn to appreciate it and learn from it, and occasionally step on its toes.
And no matter what anyone says, you will not go blind from a little self-stroking. (tee, hee, hee)
When will man/woman become his own army first???? Ellen B
Ellen~ Your ardent dissection of my words is so gratifying. Thank you!
I loved seeing the process from what it was originally to what it is now.
Great job, my love.
I sit reading your verse in total agreement with strains Pete Seeger singing the anthem of peace in the silent sublime place I carry as needed baggage.
Turn, turn, turn..