Counting my changes

Counting my changes

15 February 2016

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Dragon creed

Our wings are shelter

For the weak

Our souls meek

We shun the glitz and glitter

Though we’re born of stars


The old code

Is more than adage

Not mere tale

Past glory

We have none to assuage

That time may erode


Soul swollen

Eternal homage

Bursts in me

Thwarted plea

Now forgotten I don’t flee

The waking moments


Bosoms bare

The heart of thunder

You wonder

Why not fear

The shield is but for the feud

No destiny’s spear


Knave and lewd

They gather hell’s fire

Rake fallen

Spew desire

There is a riddle I admire

She says it on Nile


We crawl slow

Then we stand proud tall

Before age

And fate’s weight

Curb in us the springy gait

And three are our legs


We cover

Our humanity

And frailty

Saucy words

Invisibility’s cloak

Weapons of the mind


There is truth

In between the lies

Where we find


Overhauling weaknesses

Pennies in the sun


They shine slight

She innerves them light


Daily task

In their brittle light I bask

Counting my changes


Reading of the poem:

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It’s Time – Imagine Dragons

Demons – Imagine Dragons

Roots – Imagine Dragons



Keeping the light, staying clean in the fight  

September 1, 2010  

I try with words to keep my sanity  

To keep out the impulsion in me  

Never to think about vengeance  

Trying, awake, to make penance  

But my sanity walks a tight rope  

While I keep the love and hope  

He jabs at me and tries so to cut  

Into my insides, my poor sore gut  

A bit of flesh that I may deny  

All values to turn around try  

To jab him back or him pierce  

His side in an angle so fierce


Fighting back in gut and blood  

Head hung, hands in the mud  

Instead I keep my head high  

Reaching desperately to the sky  

Trying to seize that waning light  

That once shone in me so bright  

And brought me always such solace  

Removing of all ailments the trace  

And as I fight to find, bring me back  

To keep in me of such love the knack  

Knowing I am still there, though slight  

Flexing, crouching under this plight  

I know I fight in firm and strong peace  

Remembering from the ancient Greece  

The word that Rumi tried so to convey  

A blissful, smooth, silken word, Agape