from Orion’s bow
I watch the golden day
like a cheetah on the savannah
running fast
I don’t regret the past
I don’t regret my many selves
stacked and spliced
like cards
shuffling, into, the next hand
to predict
a most interesting future
the city, from far away, is beautiful
and the world, from outer space, is calm
wars and waves, go unseen
like a silent killer
like a quiet death
like an invisible agony
like a rogue, out of nowhere
we wonder at the days, that we lived
thoughts of who we are
among women, at the lake
those beautiful bathing suits
wrinkling stripes and polka-dots
inching into curves, like shoe strings
it’s good to be a man
I could fuck this angry world
but I watch it, instead
and my eyes see more
than my body will ever feel
the weakness in me
will be overcome, with a pure spirit
I long to laugh, with a light heart
free, of all dark feelings
just a smile
and my belief
I can do anything.
Intellectual Shaman 
I adore the imagery and word-choice in this, it’s intriguing and mesmerizing!
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I’m so glad you liked the poem Lucy! 🙂
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The shoestring suits, the cheetah, the jungle of life too thick to be enjoyed without machete and its done with such uniqueness. Thanks for shuffling your deck for us a bit.
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Thanks for your thoughts, yard sale of thoughts! I like your name. An excellent comment! Now, I have more fuel! 🙂
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Psalms 27:1
The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?
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Important words… thanks for the verse, and the word from God Ron Bouchard! 🙂
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