Goliath, you talk too much.
The giant drones on menacingly.
All the while the shadow it’s casting,
is captured in my thought stream.
The echo of its projections jabbers noisily.
A calculated harvesting of my best energy.
Caught between what’s meant to be
and some underlying voice conflicting.
The yappy jaw flapping bore witness,
to the reflection draining me internally.
In the end, I grow, the entire situation
has me thinking more deeply.
My roots reach into the quiet earth, in search.
seeking to tap into the wisdom and reflect on the best.
The giant’s mouth is a crutch. It leans on heavily.
I don’t like how it affects me, I can say that much.
Prune those branches from me, I wish to fight with violent peace.
The thought comes to me while I’m watching the scene.
I’m not here to pry or tell my enemy what to do.
But I pulled the string of storyline from the blue
and wrote a mental note to combat the rues.
The standard stands firmly still, keeping me company,
a future directive, and a needed reproof.
A reminder of how not to give weakness a way to be through me.
I will not open my mouth for my shoe.
I will pour my words as carefully as I am able to.
I will remain silent as often as I think too.
My lips will cling to each other,
consistently interlocking dangerously.
Sealed as if beneath a hand,
My heart and mind remain wide open.
I speak through my eyes and vibration.
What a beautiful and personal ethos.
We each have one, unique as the fabric of our skin.
Mine is to walk unseen in the battleground.
Invisibility has given me a subtle advantage,
and this works wonderfully for me.
I cannot intervene directly,
but I can leak the characters I see.
One by one walking them through each of their valleys.
Each pawn, each piece, reveals secrets unwittingly.
Their targets and safe bets through what they conceal,
through all that they quickly reveal to me,
because it is only but half true, at best.
I’m watching, waiting, holding my breath,
clinging to my passion, yes.
The challenger arises this giant before me,
bold and Its big mouth babbling, on. And on.
I look around the battlefield every man behind a shield.
Nothing resembling an opponent entering the arena.
Between the steady blabbering and insults, this giant is flinging.
It’s difficult for any thinking, it’s aggravating.
No one is stepping forward. My word, it’s infuriating.
Could it be? Do I have to do something?
My eyes look over the crowd surrounding me.
as if pleading for somebody, anybody,
to release me of this duty.
At that moment, the silence was the only answer resounding,
each pawn remained frozen for each their own reasons.
Much like me. *my eyes widen*
I roll up my sleeves slowly.
I pull my pen from its sling.
Knees noticeably wabbling
as I approach the warring king,
asking for permission to do my thing.
“Why should I entrust the fate of this kingdom to you?”
Fair question.
The answer that comes to mind is this.
I am here, trying to exist, and then, this enemy lifts.
I’m so fed up that I am learning to grow.
This on its own is dangerous, you know.
My inner fire is showing. It’s starting to glow.
The heat is nothing. I am using it to become flexible.
This version of reality is sucking and blowing my stability.
My overdrive is hyper-utilized by the way it disrupts
and destroys everything surrounding me.
It’s sucking off my life steam and draining my flow,
Damming my desire to be until I’m reflecting stagnancy.
This enemy is a parasite. It feeds to fight.
I’ve heard enough of it rambling garbage.
I’m ready for some reconstruction.
This place is a disaster, a depression in progression,
A pending three days of darkness and its entropy is gaining speed.
One thing after another collapsing, and all I can do is watch it?
Please… My mind is celebrating the new thing coming into being.
Come on, King, let me take a shot at least?
The King rubs his chin between his fingers.
The queen whispers secret counsel over a breeze.
Her wings softly lifted me from my knees
to better rush the currency around me.
Another tragedy, After the last just preparing for the next,
how the **** are we meant to advance?
I cry out to them heatedly.
I can’t even hear my thoughts,
I’m ready to give this everything,
Or… fade out of being.
They continue conferring as if I’ve said nothing.
I’m getting riled, getting vexed by all the secrets,
but at the end, above all else, the soft voice inside is pulling,
Leaving me overwhelmingly perplexed
by internal enigmas gently commanding me.
I turn, leaving invisibly to follow my plans.
I am taking destiny’s reigns into my hands.
I will take my directions from within.
You’ll find me tapping into my intuitions.
I am following the image mapping and coursing through me.
Guiding me to sling my stone and follow the droning voice full of insults.
Just keep knocking, trying to hack away at sacred laws.
Keep talking philistine, let your guard down,
reveal these flaws secretly by what you are saying.
Got an energetic stone circling, waiting, ready to fling,
The giant’s mouth is my target, and the taunts only excite me to release it.
So keep moving your loose lips for just, another minute.
*thwack* … I Gotcha.
*birds chirping merrily in the distance*
*Echoes of laughter from children can be heard through the quiet*
The tender silence sings of shared victory,
All restlessness is deceased from me.
I sit, full of perfect peace.
Thank you! XOXO
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