The Lament of Peace

Born with a warrior's spirit

Filled with a warrior's lust

Living in silent complacency

My weapon turning rust

 

Reminiscing on mecca violence

The scent of victory

unleash the vicious dogs of war

Run wild through history

 

Days of adventure come to pass

We lived life at it's peak

Cheated death a hundred fold

Nevermore for the weak 

 

Peace dawns dim in a fading light

Filled with decaying dreams

Sifting through burning memories

for something to redeem

 

Monotony crushes in on me

Life crawls in slow motion

Living with the uncertainty

of taking Satan's bargain

 

Snakes hunt rats in rabbit holes

Eagles prey upon the snake

The circle of death continues

Our fate is what we make

 

 

 

Reviews

[Annabelle Lee]

Snakes hunt rats in rabbit holes
Eagles prey upon the snake
The circle of death continues
Our fate is what we make

I like the philosophical version of Baby R

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you annabelle. I should wax philosophical more often maybe

[Annabelle Lee]

don't force it, though

[Lady Ra]

I like this poem a lot. Wonderful imagery. A lot said in few lines. Great metaphor. A fine poem.

Lady Ra

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you lady ra

[ANTO]

BR at his best!!
Proof -:
Peace dawns dim in a fading light
Filled with decaying dreams
Sifting through burning memories
for something to redeem

Amazing my friend.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you ANTO

[icelandicblue]

What a fabulous poem, the circle of prey and predator depicts the nature of things and we for all our intellect are animals. Peace is what we crave but it comes at the price of the warrior heart.I always think of Sparta where mother's told their sons to either come home with or on their shields. Peace is how we want to live but we must also be forever vigilant and that is why the warrior is kept in stasis, just in case. You have the experience and the skills but they're not welcome in civilized society so you need to keep them under wraps. Athens, proponents of peace and living on a higher plane of existence while discussing philosophy (although they did have a navy) needed Sparta during the Persian war- because even in peace you never know when it will be snatched away. Our fate is in our hands, unless we get smashed by a big old asteroid. Peace is a dystopian dream I think- I'm not sure our animal natures will let us have it. There is always fighting or war somewhere on earth because under it all, that is who we are.

[Baby Ricochet]

As hard as it is to believe for some people fire fights are incredibly exciting and as addicting to the warrior as crack is to crack heads. The adrenaline rush is like nothing one could ever experience doing anything else. Your review is an Excellent insight blue. Human beings are not a peaceful species. Thank you for your input

[icelandicblue]

I can imagine the rush is immense and then to come out the other side alive- well you are right I cannot even begin to know what that feels like; I imagine it is something way beyond relief. The adrenaline is from our own physiology of fight or flight and I know it floods the system and is intense. We would not have made it as a species otherwise. I'm more the Monty Python character that yells "Run away, run away." Thanks for the nice response.

[Baby Ricochet]

You're welcome blue,

[Rita L. Sev]

This is impressive. Human beings have not left their violent nature behind, in spite of cries for peace. Love that last stanza - we talk of the Circle of Life, but integral to that is the Circle of Death. Excellent piece here, Mark.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Rita.

[Cassie]

True about the poem. Our fate is what we make. well written

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Cassie

[Will]

A sense of longing is evident here, and despite you knowing how dark days past truly were, at least you knew what you had to do. Something's missing now, and the speaker needs it and at one point thrived on it. That last stanza is breathe taking, and I loved it, and the whole piece, very much. The second stanza feels a little choppy, though, so you might wanna give it a look. Great work.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thanks Will. the whole piece needs an edit

[Will]

I think overall it works, but that second stanza is killing me

[Mark]

I think we all search for PURPOSE. It gives us something to do, some sort of meaning while we're waiting around to die.

I feel a sense of loss in this poem. Reminiscing back to a time when PURPOSE was clear. Hopefully something comes soon to give that sense back. Enjoyed the read. :)

[Baby Ricochet]

thank you mark