Walking the Grey

Walking the Grey

A Poem by Rose Downing

My Tao?


My vessel is a bat out of hell, riding this divine spark.
skillfully walking the grey I trip and fall on either light or shadow.
Bipolar bruises shine tattoo black and proud as I stretch forward on my tightrope pilgrimage.
We are all evil angels. Benevolent devils.
Made of clouds and mud.
Ether and brimstone.
I've been told to take the highroad and walk in the light, but we all fall down hill.
I've been told to take the dark path and step on even soil, but we all need some light.
And so I go, teetering tenaciously the twilight, looking towards a horizon of a never ending path to anywhere.

© 2011 Rose Downing

Author's Note

Rose Downing
forget spelling PLEASE!
My portfolio can be found at asadowning.com

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Added on February 8, 2008
Last Updated on January 18, 2011
Tags: grey, eigher, phillosophy
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Rose Downing
Rose Downing

The Road, OR

I've been traveling all my life throughout the pacific north west. I grew up mainly in cities, country ranches, country bars, cemeteries, and the burbs. I'm also fun at parties. I've won 1st place in .. more..