the doorway of the Dreamtime;
face to face with my Avatar,
face to face with my Avatar,
Her tender eyes reflecting a place
of past weakness or pain,
or victimized bargains,
She wakes me from my nightmare.
She wakes me from my nightmare.
All is overcome by Love's driven duty
....honor means everything to me.
....honor means everything to me.
I find myself in a place of transformation;
pure blizzard of fearless strength.
I take the dragon head on and shun the con.
Exposing the full breadth, length and depth
of this facade; fear is the Rubicon of the damned.
Armed only with
seven dreams and a butterfly net
I work with brevity
for it tends to alter destiny
if one lingers too long
at being angry.
at being angry.
I have experiences to share
that are beyond all keeping;
deep, to the core of the core of the core...
pain mixed with winsome magic
keeps it real enough to be of service
to show that "victim" really means hero.
to show that "victim" really means hero.
I have become a whirling dervish,
one that whirls with a purpose,
dedication filters out the debris
of collateral destiny.
dedication filters out the debris
of collateral destiny.
I lay my life at my Avatar's apex.
No heart can be crumbled,
while it embodies the multicolored Phoenix,
Honor is radiance humbled.
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