Live by the sword... Die by The Pen

Harm Here is Harm There and There and Everywhere

The Truth of it all is that aggression leads to strife
In my own confession I'd rather not die by the knife

We as humans have this need to supersede
despite our insight and things 
We only grow when we bleed

I cut my hand on the handle as I manicure with the lathe
Spit and Curse at the ground and then walk away in dismay
our belongings are found in disarray 
another jealous of another's work diary
hands and feet destroyed 
blood and sweat ignored

We throw Rocks to knock them off
but meet death by the blade
So we hammer out a sheet 
just to protect what we've made
As if the mothers hand we're not enough
Surviving her change 

Our staff and hands 
be the tools to keep the lions at bay
All our brains used in vein 
when we set a blaze to the grains
now with our swords we make wars
before there was peace to balance 
now we make wars in malice
Forgetting Mother Earth feeds us 
from the same challis

I'm from the land of the Star
my culture reigns down from Dallas
my travels are far and wide
with our tools I fly over this freedom palace
but at every checkpoint 
they scan with all seeing eyes
They Shadow a Doubt with gun point
Frisky hands finger out for lies

As I challenge that my Utensil is to help not to hurt
they won't believe me cause the pen points cause mental alpha jerk

So what’s my lesson to be learned?
How does my Rhema become Word!?

I flock my words like a Sheppard guard it from the absurd
leave my lessons and my sessions underground to mature

Poetry is what I breed and when I die all may see
some take shelter beneath branches of my Po Wet Tree
that drop insight and wisdom seed seasoned with change of Colored leaves

When they cut me down 
with Axe and Dagger 
my pen points the bullet
 A running Kid like Merle Hagard
I spread ink seeds like soul feed
emotion water and potion notions

like fodder funneled, I dyed, You reed
Sow, only take that  you need
if you have a life then keep it free of weeds
cherish the fruits of labor and leave minds be.

Author's Note

Once again this is another partial piece so It will be remade I'm about to plant a handful of seeds I've been holding on to and this was written in free thought...
either way GIVE ME FEEDBACK! make me work harder help me burn down this twig and rewrite a Poet Tree!

Reviews

[Robin]

the message - shouted , as it should be .. I read your Authors note , and then ponder the curse of the Artist - did I express what I wanted to say ? is it edgy enough ? pretty enough to be asked to dance ? I sit her , seated at the edge , and say - you are the gardener , do as you must ..

[rnuff]

I really enjoyed this write, nicely written and expressed.

[Sethnicity]

Thank You So Much! :D

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this poem. Open the door to thoughts.
"We as humans have this need to supersede
despite our insight and things
We only grow when we bleed'
These words are true. We can learn from misery and blood. Hard to make people react to calm and words. Few great people create change without blood. I did like the ending. Good to have a life free of weeds. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[MoriartyMesa]

Did you feel the sweat? The tight leather of the helt. Very very http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KdZd-FwYWVw

[Max_E_Stone]

"When they cut me down with Axe and Dagger my pen points the bullet" Love that line and everything else. What an amazing write!!!

[Alex Vidmar]

So great. Amazing.

This is one of your best my friend. The flow in this took me. I'm speachless.
I think this one should be officially published. And I not say that often.

E.L.

[ghost writer]

I actually think this is one of your best pieces, it speaks a language that all poets, writers,artists with relate too.. an imprint of you in all your gloriousness forever saved in the beautfy of your words.

[Muse]

despite our insight and things
We only grow when we bleed
So much truth in these 2 lines! It's not until we learn the painful lessons of life that we learn what we are made of. You do well with free form. This is my preferred method of writing. I'm a rule breaker of sorts, but that's what make writing so fun!

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Your Poet tree is flourishing! This is concise, raw and insightful..