The Spots’ Leopard
written by: Away With Words
@CreatrixPE
Ashamed? I am.
Ashamed that
aimless hearts
lead idle hands.
How they steal land
from shores of sand
to where we stand.
It’s crazy and
It seems so hazily planned.
I don’t understand
hate for different brands,
when simply holding hands
makes us stronger than
any single man.
Suddenly,
as I’m awakening
I get this feeling that’s the strangest,
but society’s seeming stranger.
Hurried hearts have had to hasten;
jealous always of their next thing.
Germinating jealousy zealously,
these zealots can’t inspire me.
Waking words and single terms
sung, up-strung
like a rope held tight, taut
tight-rope high.
I’m shaking now;
seemingly starting
to perceive somehow
the spots’ leopard,
savage shepherds
leaving me in limbo;
but in limbo I will never be.
for on four winds I am free.
It ain’t the end, my friend, you’ll see.
For when fate
tries to break things,
it’ll find me, bending;
heart charred, but still standing;
taking flight, not landing.
No need for sidling the sideways,
I’ll slide in solely the right way.
Fearing not the folks who fight it;
unless by “folks,” I mean me.
Blessed belief
is best bequeathed
to all you see;
Proven its
Proven-to-be,
for sure,
a soon-fated thing;
Perceptibly seen.
Mind’s eye made real, manifesting
magical intangible miracles;
practically plentiful periods
remembered in rhyme
…after your time.
- When Heroes Are Have-Nots - November 11, 2022
- The Spots’ Leopard - April 12, 2021
- The Twisted Text - September 6, 2020
