The Coldest Winter (Warrior Poet)

poem

The Coldest Winter (Warrior Poet)

 

A slow counter clock wise rotation of the earth on its axis moving away from the sun

A solace of solitude leading to my untimely demise light flickering out in my eyes

Wind chill is well below zero not prepared for what’s to come my actions are measured from the distant vision of the horizon and the setting of the sun crucified for a millennium sifting through the ashes of the cross where Jesus hung one with the seasons that brung unpredictability in the land of the lost a translation of saving amazing grace from greed, lust, and envy the vanity of poetic insanity is just another beautiful nightmare unjust but fair in love and war with freezing temperatures not suited for the equator latitudes vacationing south of the border in order to find peace and happiness in a life of stress cursed and blessed simultaneous accommodating the corrupt this is just 50 shades of fucked up leaving my A4 embedded behind giant snowbanks and glaciers of ice time traveling through the frozen tundra of the back of my mind when time stood still in a rule of Tierany tired and weary of fighting the four horsemen by myself for centuries escaping the scythe of the reaper’s grasp and eventually having the last laugh

 

My personalized philosophy of poetic psychology would be studied by one relentlessly practicing to perfect his/hers craft that of poet, writer, boxer, or lover mastering any of these

if your good at something never do it for free also see metaphysical reckoning the bringer of typhoons and hurricanes 80 mph wind gusts and freezing rain…a storm is coming, Mr. Wayne

so batten down the hatches just because the love of my life had been dead for 250 years now this immortal soul has grown cold to unfold the true meaning of life the precise penmanship of astronomical proportions, follow- I’ve seen death walk on land disguised as a man like the headless horseman in sleepy hollow these frail bones walk alone destined to never go back home lost in the friend zone roaming the earth at a restless pace faceless woman invading precocious space and distracting a beautiful mind at the same time infatuation perhaps since this simple sap will fall in love at the drop of a hat his shortcomings will always hold him back

from the true potential of greatness indeed sterile not able to fertilize seeds

 

I shall proceed and continue my excellent mission of lyrical salvation without permission from anyone only the great I Am can judge a man but an immortal soul deemed never to grow old just stay stagnate in a present time oubliette purgatory of mental hell being set up to fail I’m a warrior in jewels solely based on appearance and quick judgment the reluctant hibernation of my pens hiatus is just that, but now he’s back to claim what’s his in a nut shell the world and everything in it since money is the root of all things how would the scarred hands of a 2000 year old poet look in bling bling listen I see demons coming to kill me within the clearest diamonds when they glisten now pay attention my mission was redirected to another resurrection in another life time is when this rhyme will surface when re-read over once it will serve its purpose the holy grail of a hardened life to tell, books won’t sell just remain hidden from the public’s criticism consumed with guilt and grief making every appearance brief, ice skating the seven seas before Hell freezes over constantly looking over my shoulder holding the weight of the world in one hand concealed contraband enjoying the heat of summer every 3^rd season just to have a glimmer before the next coldest winter…

 

Lazarus MMXV