Arena fills swiftly and fills with speculation.
Sacrificial blood fills the air.
Audience cries for action;
Even death; such minor revelation.
Gladiators sweat the cause,
Armed for action;
Come then the lions fierce,
The enemy, all known;
The fight ensues;
All blood spilled,
Of direst fate,
Spurts gore, entrails and guts;
Some sweet salvation,
In knowing death was priced ; someone’s salvation.
In horror, so some seek
No answers thus, just haunted devastation.
Come one who fills the night
A clearer sense of self; manifestation.
For all that exists
Here, now, prepare
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.
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.
Take me to the moon and back
But circle first around
Planetary orb in space
Where feet don’t touch the ground.
In floating, flighty station,
Falling endlessly through space,
Whisper softly, breathe no air,
Timeless travel, twain
Circumnavigate lunar globe
‘ere we part again.