Thoughts

Early and often, I have paid the penalty of passion and the price of dignity

The ego-driven presumption, assumption, and the outright lies we tell ourselves

Our own self-deception, projected perception, and well-weighted opinions

Of our lives, of our ambitions, of our prowess and our possessive positions

Is it such a scandal, such an elusive notion that a man's wishes exceed his grasp?

And what of the unlikely event, upon reaching that uncharted horizon

Where heretofore unimagined circumstance alights, and he steps foot on that isle

While the doubtful, the scornful, the meek, and the mundane shake their fists?

Living a life in full, an existence unbound, a vision unfettered by blinds

Demands the seeker of fates and friction, unlimited faith in the frisson

Fear hath no hearth and home in the heart of the hero, if such melodrama applies

It flies in the face of his unconventional ignorance, a wisdom of sorts

Cut me, and I bleed. Red and full, in a dilution that stains and cleanses in one stroke

The scars external, can never match the rending of the soul, the un-mended whole

What is fierce, is yet fragile. Agile, existing on solace over feckless adoration

We are all an island, a city, a state, a nation of one - until our penultimate breath