Arena

Arena fills swiftly and fills with speculation.

Sacrificial blood fills the air.

Such jubilation!

Audience cries for action;

Sensory exaltation.

Even death; such minor revelation.

Gladiators sweat the cause,

Armed for action;

Such tribulation.

Come then the lions fierce,

The enemy, all known;

Extreme vexation.

The fight ensues;

All blood spilled,

An exhortation

To gods

Of direst fate,

More suppuration.

Spurts gore, entrails and guts;

Some sweet salvation,

In knowing death was priced ; someone’s  salvation.

In horror,  so some seek

Fortification.

No answers thus, just haunted devastation.

Come one who fills the night

With expectation.

 A clearer sense of self; manifestation.

For all that exists

Here, now, prepare

Justification.

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Sometimes……

For every moment there is a rightness;

Sometimes that moment is now.

For every question there is an answer;

Sometimes that question is, ‘how?’

For every problem there’s a solution,

Though sometimes found without aim.

For every man there’s a woman;

Sometimes the question’s the same.

The Rose

Seek the flower not the thorn;

Therein lies sweetest nectar.

Sharpest points protect the self.

Who else will be protector?

Dismiss the gore that razor pierces,

Blood merely proves thy worth.

Look deeply to the core of flower,

Where manna, taste thereof.

To The Moon And Back

Take me to the moon and back

But circle first around

Planetary orb in space

Where feet don’t touch the ground.

Gravitate miraculously

In floating, flighty station,

Falling endlessly through space,

Unperturbed elation.

Whisper softly, breathe no air,

Timeless travel, twain

Circumnavigate lunar globe

‘ere we part again.