Soldier of love – K.B

Soldier of Love

 

Harsh faces
In a harsh
Era,

Friends turn
To ennemies
Without
Notice.

Harsh
Lives,
Harsh
Words,

Cross.

You think
It matters,
Right ?

Not at all !

Dishonest
People
From
All kinds,

I ain’t the
Cleanest
But never
Have I
Outlawed
Myself
For a nickel
Or a dime.

On your
Knees,
Infidel!

Not to
Religions,
But to the
Sacred
Secret
That lies
In every
Heart,

Pages of
Mystery
Embroidered
With gold.

She came back
From work.
She needs
A punching
Ball
For all the retained
Emotions.

Here I am,
Like a dyke
Of paper,
Not to say
The least
(Irony),
Taking
The waves
Of frustration,
Leaving
Me drained
From
All energies
When night
Dawns,
That time
At which
One may
Or can
Seize
The mature
Fruit of the day,
Even in winter,
When everything’s
Frozen.

If you’re
An artist,
Find the
Promised
Land,

If you’re
A casual
Person,
Find the
Promised
Land
As well !

And to all,
Amen,

Godspeed
Or whatever
Drives your
Boat
And fuels
Your will !

O relentless
Odorous
Soul
In quest
Of Eden,

You’ll have
To cross
The gutter
In style
To find
The rare pearls
Of inspiration !

Don’t be afraid
Of deceiving,
I’m not.

An asshole
Deserves
No such thing
As respect.

Fly over the
Rainbow,
Fly over !

 

 

K.B.

 
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