Amrican Poet
Golden Lion
Intro
Consuming my heart, my soul, my humanity in being
A spirit genuine to Aquiles myths, Aurelius as my muse
I was born to be yours, my purpose by artful design
I was born to be yours, a man guiding human faith
An inward introspection developed through blind belief,
Through vigor of frailty;
I will fight as long as you, never giving up
Never a moment of death, until you die
A metaphorical failure of saying I can't;
This is death, the day that you perish
When you give up, when you stop
It is up to you, your burden to endure
In yourself you will discover purity delighting your spirit
Soothing your tormented acquisition of demented
Grace sinning the sins of a sinner;
A self enraptured in grief through a consciousness
Grasping evil’s fruited temptations
Spoiling your angelic soul of birth
Built in the rivers of streaming heirlooms;
Relics of humanity in myself today
I see all of us when I drift
In this flowing gaze
Across human history
I now perceive,
Our hearts
Pattering
Pains
Gnawing integrity brittle to my bones;
Rawness and disgust eating my senses
Into a person disintegrating to exist;
I plead for faith, tear for hope,
As my soul is torn before I forgive
Shimmering eccentricity sparking your soul, tantalizing your spiritual awakening
Consorting an artist’s interpretations of human born design
Courage and pain arrive for a life taught
In callings you will rise, in life as a giver
Never fading, always running to fight
Evil's path tearing through conceptions
Of challenges attempting to surmise
The opportunities to be taken, to be stolen
Through fear of hated pain that you
Will never cease, never give in too, ever;
That is your destiny, so you will never die
Perspiring to give my qualities of existence
My shape, my faith, my carnivorous
Resistance to my challenges to subside;
Always driven, always enduring, a life
Loving through the goodness found in pain,
This is my story, a giving candescence,
Diligence in surviving affluence of hate
Integrity of assurance unlimited between
Sanctity consecrating my essential being
Litanizing forbearance of preclusion
Tethering my perceptions of self, a beholden
Intrinsic value buried in obligatory morality
Exhausting into a consumptive soul
Absorbing conflictions hunting in peripherals;
My vision ingrained, granulating perspectives,
Only my will gravitates my concentric illusions
Into perceptions delighting into an organic whole
Breach your definitions of a dying distrust
Leaving your inner self to live forever free
In the world in front of you, asking you to be
A servant of humanity, giving your body
Your blood, your absolute uniqueness
To a faith in you, as each can discover
Acted creation of an artist’s muse,
Penetrating scars of human disdain
Rising brilliance traversing the cadence of your perceptions
Perspiring to endure, admiring to arisen constructs
Furthering your soulful essence of the golden shimmer
Engaging to be your divinity in ascent to a higher self
Pleasing eccentricity in surreal destiny drifting your dreams
Luring me to succeed pursuing a self-resurrection,
Only if my mind could see, not insanity, but a belief
That in this life hard work will grow past human pain,
Relief acquired as a human entering the gates of heaven
Here on earth, a peaceful pleasure ascending upon
My heart, my mind, my life as a human work of art
Fighting in my art constructing new theories of old
Seeking to define the breast of my eternal womb
My birth, my burden, my relic of synthesis
Coming to life, a paradigm of flesh
Transcending my own earthly soul
In my fight between heaven and hell
Having walked in the rivers of the devil’s disease
Devising my act of human courage
To banish hellish deceptions from
My war torn soul; purgatory uninvited,
A soul lingering between pain and bliss,
Fighting for my soul to be free;
In my life rests, humanity’s affliction
A battle in eternity, each soul
Torn from St. Lucifer's wrath
A struggle I will pursue
With burning tears of;
Hope, that today, human pain
Will not have its day
Unleash your cravenous disdain gorging on your aptitude of self
Gnawing into your soul, debilitating yourself of worth
Living in antiquity’s pain, a depiction of heaven or hell in the flesh;
It is your duty to endure, your duty to engage
With a human born battle, to let your soul rise
Through metaphors of faith, your life will become
A story of yours, a story of overcoming;
Your very human story of fighting for the light
Through a consciousness of choices
In your decision to decide, today, today
I will not let human pain decide my fate
Procuring a rapture of humanity; in each step,
One after the other, further I go, to battle hate and anger
As a human of light, as a human who cares
In each day I will rise, giving my best self
Into my matter of purpose, a divine decision
That each of us may take, each of us to give
Past perceptions of indignity in living human hate
Conquering disdain and pain, devouring our essence
Because today I rose and decided, I will only live in the light
As a humanitarian pursuit, as my life's purpose
Let him be your muse, your guiding light
Delivering divinity of faith for you to engage
Into battle worn confliction
So hell is no longer a haunting,
But your history now retold
Once a love of strife
Now a life of believing
Raising your mighty mane,
Your golden shield of human strength
A re-purposing of your journey
With the Golden Lion as your muse
A new history of you becomes
Your life's story you now choose
To see,
You are a human work of art
A creation to see
A human to be perceived
Living in light
Painting your creativity
Upon this earth
Upon each fellow
Human of faith,
Purpose and belief;
Bringing your imagination
For inspiration in theory
That each day
We will color this earth
With our best selves
Delivered as art
Felt as humanity’s
Mission to give
In each other,
We will find
Creative works of art
To;
Deliver my river of faith
My streaming consciousness of concern
My flowing guidance of belief
So I can stand in my purpose
My pursuit to ease
Humanity’s plagues
Of hatred and pain;
Giving myself as a muse
That I, us, we are better,
Better than petulant
Disturbances of distaste
Corrupting our reflections
Swaying our convictions
From anything less
Than our best human selves
Love your concentric circles of self,
Give your compassion of care
An undying love,
As you always have for others
So today, only one truth will arrive;
At times you are lost in layers
Lacking love and care
Perceptions in your labyrinth
Laid in rested thoughts;
Corrupted insight,
Myths disturbing inception,
Heart hidden in perception
Each corner unraveling,
Truth rising from beneath
Aesthetic visions lighting
Your low self-worth and esteem
Capturing your pure soul,
Disturbing in thought;
Boiling concepts of fate
Giving rise to your
Only true faith;
Buried in me
My origins beginning
In my circles of self;
My heart and soul rests,
Exposure beating;
To breath moments of
Truthful existence
Persevering to live
Until only one circle exists
Breaking identities pervading you in a distant vision
Escaping dragons of flames broiling in thoughts
Igniting in the fire of pits reckoning your pure self;
You only see the scales of hatred in your line of sight,
A mental disturbance, an identity engulfed, you fight,
To break the gaze of hatred pain and human guilt
Releasing the destruction burning in your eyes
Holding your gaze through the dragon muse
You see truth in the beast's eyes, the devil in disguise,
Clarity consuming you, burdened with shame to
Release the evil leaving you distraught and in fear,
Your body; your will screams to look away
But you can't, stuck in his trance, you only pray
Hoping your voice is heard, you only pray
To the new world incited through sensuality in choice
Caressing you at times as sins, at others for you to feel
Humanity’s gentle soothing of a pained human existence,
Inciting your exhilarating arousal stimulated through belief
Compelling you, me, us when comfort neglects our concerns
Leaving us on the water's edge of the rivers of the damned
Only to polish our ornamented subjugation to conceptions;
Never faltering in our ideals, arriving when needed, as a guiding
Lit infiltration of our senses, a thought remembered, a form
Stifling human consciousness with relentless pressure on us
As a sin's decision will arrive, the Good will give you the opportunity
To follow the lighted path of choice, pleasuring your inner eternal self
Incurring a wrath from the Gods
You cringe with vengeance
Ravaging your soul,
Burying your pain
Obliging hate as anger
An emotion of conquering
Your enemy of choice,
The conscience haunting
You in this earthly world
In your vision of intentions
Riling in you your Blonde Beast
Of guided human will,
A risen strength to
Seek blood with your fangs
To suck this evil from
Your very own soul
A fight for all, occurring within
Your mighty hind legs
Bearing brutal force
Lunging to transgress
A mortal sin for the light;
Devouring inward,
You begin your fight,
Life and death resting
Unknown to you, only;
Your blood to drain
Giving yourself at all costs
So no human will ever
Feel this darkness;
In battles of eternity you now thrive
A story of myths
Once held by Zeus
Atop Mt. Olympus
Now a story of man
When man decides
This is who I am
The wearer of brute
Endurance of pain,
Battling fatigue,
Exhaustion of mind;
Still climbing
Never stopping
Only up,
Where the oracle rests
As one feat
Gives humanity a feast
To devour this story,
Our story to be told
When man decides
In the might of the Good
Humanity rises
Zeus a muse no more
In each other
Is where human strength
Topples mountains
And eternal evils
Come to lay with Hades
In stories that are no more;
In human faith I give
My pursuits, my beliefs,
In overcoming
Are right before me;
Us, only climbing
Each mountain
Now resting above
Another challenge
Another conquering
A destiny now shown
Feel the Golden Lion’s soul encouraging
Your faithful endeavors
Your inner raging pain as anger;
Fuel to your fire, its seething wound
Giving you inertia compelling you to fight
For the birthing existence once conquering at will,
Ready to engage with all the mighty’s fury
Focusing your heart of blood, passions enraged
Your loins firing pistons fighting wrathing disdain;
This is your duty, your God given purpose
A human emotion passionately woven into
Textured human existence encouraged to will
The mighty force of the Golden Lion to roar
You self, your soul, your ancient muse to a new world order;
In faith and conviction the mighty will rise,
Against history's demons acting as a plague of black
Following the bestiality of illness and pain
The reckoning of the weak pulled from the river
Cascading to a tired and beleaguered soul,
When one surrenders to the darkened bottom
Living in each for us to battle a forlorn story
Only surrendering will come, only one choice to decide
Let the plagues of deceit and self-hate absorb your soul or;
Just open your eyes and the river will be no more,
The bottom abyss nothing but hauntings lost,
A recanting of nothing more than a myth;
Satan, he has never existed, just deliverance
Of a sainthood story, fallen with grief of wings,
An angel's demise, who through him we know,
Two stories to be told, one of our savior,
One as a metaphor threatening our salvation
But both a narrative giving us a choice
Between the river of pain and a turn of the cheek;
Each of us to decide a history of evil or a new world of light
It is your duty to endure
To climb this mountain everyday
A cliff of self-reflection
Always looming;
Attempting to swallow
Your spirit rising;
In moments you will decide
A persona dignified
A human giving
To lead this charge
Of mountains of great;
Challenges mounting
But risen too,
An ascension,
A leap of faith
For the next grasp
So others can see
To always endure
In moments of
A fainting heart,
A solo leap
Without recourse
To the next moment,
Ready to conquer,
Never looking down
Only up, where
Human faith can rest
Until then,
Only endurance will
Prevail as persevered,
Until this mountain
Becomes its
Soon to be lore
I am the encourager of human will
The perpetrator of faith
Delivering my strength
Upon this earth
Upon each rotted soul
Only I will endure
The story of me;
A history of us,
The never ending
Pursuers of the Good;
Never fail,
Never give up,
Only the light
Will give my soul
Upon darkened
Nighted existence
Forging swords of fire, sharpening your piercing eyes
Desiring your will, your entity will transpire
Into a story of self, a story of strength;
Perseverance, a human told story,
Your own brilliance of faith
A destiny aspired
Acted creation
Of an artist’s muse
Penetrating scars
Unbound;
Soothing assumptive
Soothing to whither,
No longer lacking,
A coming together
In mindful belief
In Infinity's totality,
An effervescent
Glistening perfection
Into your soul,
Your lighted muse
Forging your path
Giving you courage
The strength to arrive
With the Golden Lion
Always by your side
Give me the strength of courage under fire,
Engaging my fears with my brilliant flair
Bury your soul in your convictions
Garnishing your awakening
Holding in cyclones of wrath;
Fury held as an uprising
Your rebirth uplifting
Self-compose battling,
Raging into convictions of truth
A series of decisions
A meeting of minds
Conscious veracity
A vortex of will
Overcoming banality
Destroying the mundane
A higher state of overcoming
So nothing can tame
The hearted faith within
Tiring no harm
Purpose,
My own feeling,
Feeling long gone;
Yet I pursue
My audacious goals
Perceived failures
Broken to my will,
Exhaustion fallen
But still I climb
To heaven’s guide,
Just keep going
The only thing
I truly do know
Resting insurrection inspiring
Fountains of faith
Erupting self unwound;
New breaths devouring
Faintness of old
Finding beauty in truth, a mesmerizing force
Unrelenting to begin, a new found faith
History a beginning, a history never ending
Into theories consumed by my soul
In time will be God's given truths
As will all, time will show, a belief, a person
Caring to give for all, a self-sacrifice, our duty
Begging us to begin each step when we awake
For this, as the next, is in its own, a brand new day
In the touch of souls, an experience no angel knows
Pursuing our senses, meeting our existence
Is human conceptions transpiring in grace;
Just a glance, a stare,
A moment of bliss;
In potentiality a feeling
Discovers,
Humanity's art
As the touching of hearts
Conquering each affliction tolling your beliefs
This is the story of your life, ravaging pain
Beginning to thread a conscious unraveling
A woven heart breaking, mortal sins engaging,
Pursuing a mind, locked on the abyss of fatigued existence
A forged will enduring beyond conception
Devouring an avalanche of conjectured rumination;
Challenges mounting, it is my life's purpose to endure
But, as I learned once ago, with just a wave of my heart
My pure eternal self rests in courage of blind conviction
Archaic art, caved into our humanity, a new theory is forming
In me lives your guided truth
Your monolith of courage
Strengthening your gauges
Teaching you to fight
When lost souls become
Devoured earth bound
Patrons of slaves to evil
You rapture from deep
Within your God given gifts
Fighting with your mental
Structures of faith defining
This is who I am, the will
Of human stories, a true
Song sung human who
Simply cared to give
Himself to something
Larger than himself
Feel my beauty, my encouraging mane
Brought down to this earth to give you light,
As your muse to pursue, your golden
Shining art of purpose; I am here to
Ravage your human pain and devour
The wrath of evil upon your soul
Let me ease the hauntings, the short term evil
Bringing my coat of the Golden Lion to will
His evil disguise to be buried in my fur
Stitched from each devil I slay, just for you
I am the wearer of evil, slaying your painful
Perceptions of humanity's difficulties in
A living life burdened in brevity, a purpose
For overcoming to show itself upon you
Encounter your love and beauty, innate solitude;
Inspiring beauty living in aesthetics of pleasure
Tantalizing spectacles luring your gaze
Fighting into the winds, struggling for
Air of forbidden myths, the knowledge
Of all, the pursuit of being my best
Seeking justice of self, sighting my
Thoughts in courageous ventures
Aching my heart, but compelling
My soul of willful transcendence
Dug into my constructs demolishing concerns
Readying my gaze with focus of intent;
Cherishing compulsions of old,
Fruitful ambitions traversing
A mind scaling combusting integrity
Tearing into structured ambivalence,
Tattered weariness, an ethereal consumption;
My soul living to conceive;
Hear my battle cry, my Alexander of fear
Marching in tandem, consuming
Rage in brutal storms
Of nightmares dying
I am to breath
My aether of air,
Conjuring myths
A monolith living
Furthering my identity,
Through passions and care;
In walks of brutality
In oceans of tyrants,
Mind battled scars,
I will rise;
Forcing my destiny
Aspiring to give
When opportunities decide
A person, this is who I am,
As humanity’s guide,
A star of streaming light
Dying in pain when I cannot give
My childish self of inspired
Caressing’s into the path of the light
Chasing Infinity’s invigoration encouraging my rupturing vocals
Vibrating into paradigms erupting disorder to order;
From chaos of ambiguous hatred between two souls,
Disembodied from their eternal state in this human world
With my guidance from the Golden Lion's roar, I will be
The new found faith in this new world order
My gift, my burdens sewn together delicately into seamless momentum,
A consciousness unending, only goals purvey my existence;
Rivers running as currents disturbing your mind
Into white wash of fantasies; your being long lost
To tumultuous devouring of an ideologue
Fated persistence in a new theory of self
Crashing into the sanded earth crushing
Your convictions of honesty and truth
Living in your heart,
His loving touch,
Never seen
But always felt
A glowing warmth traversing your soul
Giving eternity in life,
A symbol of your inner strength;
Let your eternity
Enter your guidance
Staring in translucence,
You hear the Golden Lion roar
Feel my goodness of your humanity, pulsating with the stars
Compelling courage in your light filled path
I am the wearer of Good, the muse in your eyes
Delivering pure human faith
Through my angels of beasts and wrath
Look further and you will see
I was born to be yours
Always portraying life through my light
An innocence conceived, a blissful state resurrecting your being
From birth to life, your humanity will exude
The deepness of my design, the reality of my light
Through your artistry my conceptions will be conceived
Open your soulful heart of exploding passions
Becoming a lion, golden in sight
Living as our purpose, shining;
Our true selves into each day,
Lighting the path for what we
Engage with tender care;
With only a heart to wear,
Loving life from our eternal
Souls created through our muses,
Our search for our birth of life,
A shining bright built within;
Just let it go and follow the light;
A growing belief, a soulful might
By a simple step of saying
I accept the Golden Lion
Bearing my burden to grow
In this life and the next,
Only my life will I give
To my created purpose
Wearing the Golden Lion's
Heartened purpose of life
Walk your faith to the arches of St. Michael exulting your human born
Predicates of a purposeful heart;
Here to fight, here to rise
Running to history's fate
Thundering your crackle
With the hammer of your sword
The gait of your golden shield
Following your stride,
In dignity and righteousness
A masterful art appears;
Burgeoning, waging, exploding paralysis in blossoming
Self creation,
Casting shadows with sunrises,
Self recognizing;
Un feared,
Frozen seeds
Breaking boundaries icing personal
Growth and attainment;
A waged war,
A new seed born
Cultivated against
Grained destinies;
Allured out from frozen,
Paralyzing;
Another war waged
Another step of faith gained
Courage in divinity, a light arriving
Your true source of inspiration
Hearing a lion's roar
Commanding you to be
Your best human self
And you will truly see
The light, the faith
Your courage in strength,
A divinity risen, a life chosen
Through faith and art
As you listen to,
The Golden Lion’s roar
An evanescence of humanity glistening you to perfection
Envision your beauty extolling its presence;
Swaying visions of porcelain resilience
Unwinding density of shame,
Guilted mourning laying to grave
In solitude, free of remorse,
Dignity rising, a man undying;
Of destiny transpiring in each
Human striding for our perfection
Of aesthetic perceptions;
Mimicry of desire,
An innate concern
To protect our
Inner vision
Of artful perfection
Living in your muse of conviction and faith
As I walk towards my path of strength,
History's lion entering my soul;
Courage will provide through visions of old
Enter your domain of human transcendence beginning to beckon your eternity calling
A horn of faith passing across this earth for you to hear, for you to listen,
Heavenly appeal to your heart of human passions, of human courage
Triumphing a self-dignity atoning to dance with the air of love and care
Bring your articles of faith in your life's engagements
Acting your divinity into your aesthetic appeal
Showing the light you have been shown
The music you have been given to hear
His greatness in giving, your path to persist
A fine attunement of a soul marching to bear
This is his sound, that voice in your head
Giving you courage and strength
When you feel you cannot bear
A sound, a sight, a vision, let it be clear
These are you paths, in this you will no longer
Fear the path of blind human faith
Hear my voice, my anger, my pain
My conscious of concern;
A destiny rising,
A Golden Lion shining
Raise your hearted flag declaring your name
Born of shame, building to grow
Indignity a thought no more, no longer
Flaring your inception’s incited ruckus
Ruining your change to receive
That which is pure, that which is only human,
Our destiny to arrive, our destiny to accept
Boundaries to be scorned through human will
Entering the gate of who we might be
Through a thought, a belief, an ancient light
From the stars above, our guided source of reckoning
From the Golden Lion, your heart will only fight
Today begins your vengeful wrath of dignity fighting
For the humanity of your life, for others to breath
Your invigorating light of your heaven's creed
Leaving a death of existence mired in self-defeat
Loathing left in blackened pools now colored
With the touch of your artistry of choice
Brilliantly canvassing this earth with painted
Exuberance of a human's soul giving in faith
Living in the path of humanly divined fate
Oh the passion, the fury, the desire for more
Aching to breath but gently being touched,
A self engaging to a future unknown but,
Driving compulsions that glory will rise
Through an act, a structure, a novel
So brutally relentless, as each page turns
Admiring unity in trust, building hearts of a mentality
Only discovered in the Good of pure human care,
Bettering of all through introspection of self;
Always seeking to be better, finding our paths
In our true self walking with guidance
We accept our faults, correcting to improve
Leaving behind paths never to be taken by another
Elevating the next of us to further conceptions
We ourselves only once dreamed of, leaving our
Darkened mistakes to be grown over by our resilience
To only go forward leaving our failings to grow
The conscious of those to venture where we left off
Giving in our end, the only true knowledge I know
The story of an idea, the living truth I hold so dear
Surrounding eternal wonderings with the journey of my soul
Enduring firing brimstones once boiling blistered defeats
Into cooling oceans of the courage of the human breeze
I fathom the destiny of my will coercing
Movements minding Infinity, a metaphor
Determining visions of old living as precepts of faith;
Beating your heart pulsing the veins of the Good,
Hell bound to admonished fatigue scouring beneath
The battle of the skies, conjuring the all mighty to rise
Forming battlefields of human faith, an angelic rising;
Lucifer’s pain suffering to incur the right hand of God
A brutality of his will, the force of his day of reckoning;
40 days of flooding splurging red stains of 40 days of
Blood disdaining hatred consecrating; as the war ends
Destiny of choices consecrated in acts;
Blinding perfections mired in imperfections loss,
A never give up feeling failing to consume,
Dreaded moments of sustenance long ago atoned;
Living in the stained windows of another’s human fall from grace,
Human courage will deliver heavenly healing of faith
Roaring sculptured faith shining golden streams of human consciousness
Roaring infiltration for your mind to see your heavenly muse
Canvassing the artistry of your roar, as tenacity of virtue
You only challenge with the mane of your hair
Standing in the anger of fear, the thorns of your crown
Resting in resilience born at birth, living through death
Let my roar deliver your truth, a destiny aspired
Roaring purity in forging upward to a heavenly muse
Inspiring your soul spring flooding your consciousness
To create your artistic light as a penetrating construct
Forbidding the dark giving only yourself as human light
Enrapture your soul with your Golden Lion's roar
Subduing your unconscious woken spirit
Filtering your disdain, your wrath, your humanity’s pain
Hear my thunder, hear my roar, my fortitude of strength, my endurance to be pure
Free from darkened acquiescence, from perceptual tragedies of faltering
Into the path of the Golden Lion, my inspirational muse
My path resisting narratives of declination
Living in my blind human faith
With the Golden Lion
At my side
I'll bleed it out for you
When I lose my faith
Walking on my grounding lost
In disturbance of belief
I will wrap my wounds
Bury my pain
To simply bleed out for you
Love yourself to enter the bearings of my bliss
Covering your soul in my blanket of care and
Affection soothing shallowness of your once fractured self,
Feeling my glory of faith through attrition sustained
We all must endure the relentlessness of our lives
Blindly, without any knowledge of why or in outcomes
But in the act itself will relief be gained
In our journey, this is the lesson to be gained
Only living in the Good and furthering faith ascending
To endure, a building of self, a transcendence in
Our highest ideal, our conscious to choose,
To keep going or give up on our beliefs,
A simple decision that does not change, a proof of the eternal;
It is your life to engage every breath of the way
Your journey, your story, today you will decide
Love is a theory presumed in our souls built into our consciousness
A feeling of faith that only if I can love myself, I will be given
Human loving care, in all of my life, wrapping myself
In a feeling of wings of my guardian angel, providing my care
As every human deserves, a tender touch of pure human bliss
That feeling of pure joy and pleasure in simplicity of experience
Human connection can be found, but in life, we are all duty bound
To serve each other, to be the light, the symbol of human faith
Guiding our humanity by the smallest of steps, the grasp of a hand
The grazing of a touch, just enough so we can all remember
Our brief existence has purpose, as we are living to create
Giving ourselves with a simple voice, a simple whisper
Caring to stand when one of us falls, so we always get up;
If we each serve our purpose to give our creation with a human touch
Our greatest human experience, our life as a human who cares
Walking a path of precious care, carefully crafting a feeling
Of unstoppable destiny, touching with the slightest of sights
A born truth that if we care, life will return our grace
Guiding each one of us into sublime wraths of faith
Destiny arriving in various forms
A reckoning of insight,
Most likely through a beautiful muse
If you just stop and see
All the light of the world;
Taking your time and let life breath,
Invigoration of living
What your life is destined for,
A path well lit, just care to see
A universe of consciousness
Seeking to guide you,
Lighting your path, so you can believe
We all have a purpose
Our journey to discover
If we take our time so the light will be
A destiny arriving, a self becoming,
As the seeking light has divined
Our eternal selves living a life
Of a human born journey,
Our becoming of self,
A certainty in life,
That we are indeed
Sought by our own rays of light
Slowly you build
A life of hope
A life of living,
Your passions
Growing innate,
Touching your faith,
Visions arising
All you have missed,
A remembrance
Of what you gave
Of what you give,
The purpose
Of your life's
Joy and pursuits
Damaging in pain
But elevated
In strength,
Moments of
Endurance to will,
Laying down
To show my
Heart of others as,
Pure human care,
A self recognition
Through others
You can be
What you love
About this life;
Perceptions in
A life well lived,
What it means
To each day
To bury your fears
And live towards
Commonality in
Being, a human
Of walking intent,
As a value of
Consciousness
Striving to believe
Our walks of steps
Are a true building
For each generation
Of God himself,
Making us at ease
One purpose to devise,
Divinity to thrive
My purpose
Will no longer divide
My faith,
My forms,
My guided purpose
In me,
The Golden Lion will rise
Touching my soul
Deep within,
Holding my breath
Seeking to sooth
Seeking to believe
In myself
My history
My purpose,
A life's dream
Of a passionate
Life;
To be proud
Showing
My care
My commitment
That I can be more
That I may
Be better
Rising to
My muses;
A narration
That in each of us
If we choose
A higher purpose
We each shall be
Who we were meant
To become,
Humans of blind faith
Walking this earth
With intention
And design
Giving our souls
As God,
The Golden Lion
Has designed
Building conceptions out of darkened
Nightmares disturbing a once
Unrested soul
Admonishing fears as,
Heaven’s will
To a guided truth,
Into your path
Creating art
From blackened night;
Forging your path,
Breaking barriers
Of human pain,
A destiny awoken,
Your life now lived,
Your life now living,
Breathing;
From humanity's light,
A gift you now bear
As a burden to give,
A life built from
Darkness
Now,
Living in light
Lay my path
And I will walk
With an open heart
Blindly following
The beating path
Pulsing my soul
With each step
Courage will thrive
Drumming my soul
To the beats
Of my heart
Caring bliss
An act of kindness
Loving thoughts
Swaying your mind
Of eternal hope
That in life
Goodness will rise
In my destiny
I will arrive
In my journey
I now live
As never before
Free from a
Consciousness
Mired in pain
Shadowed in
Guilt darkening
My lost soul
Admonished
From the gates
Of bliss above
Into a path
Where only light
Is given
Where only light
Is received
The only destiny
If we decide
To let go of pain
And enter our hearts
Staring, glaring
An upward prayer,
Illuminating light;
A deliverance
Making this world
Of light to persevere
Fainting in breaths leveraging
My inept extrinsicism
Against my inner strength
A brutality in patience
A torn aesthetics
Does not mean inward confliction
But Golden Lions of
Silhouettes shimmering
Infinity's totality, an effervescent
Glistening perfection into your soul,
Your lighted muse, forgiving your path
Giving you courage, the strength to arrive
With the Golden Lion always by your side
Standing in your mighty stance
Filtering your disdain, your wrath,
Your hauntings pain,
Disguised;
Courageous beauty into engraved
Art of a human’s beautiful coloring of
Conceptions of faith;
Lighting,
A journey, a path, a given perception
Allowing brilliance to flow inward,
As human hope;
Divined
End
Amrican Poet Golden Lion
By R. Cary
Copyright 2019