Warrior Poet


I am imperfect

I am easy prey

I march on toward tomorrow

Before I’m done with today

I fight many battles with no shield or sword

I can fall before my foe at the first cruel word

I am capable of dreams and a weaver of lies

I often mistrust what is beheld by my eyes

What I can imagine, I can create

Be it a wonder of life, or a vehicle for hate

I can be alone when engulfed by a crowd

I can heed what is silent or ignore what is loud

I can draw innocent blood or fine art with the stroke of my hand

I’m a warrior poet that is simply a man…

Take time to smell the flowers, taste a snowflake or rain

And always be a leader when it’s time to go against the grain….

5 thoughts on “Warrior Poet”

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s