Pieces of an Eagle

The line of red that runs down your spine aligns it self with a vehemence inside my own
for every line that drops down, for every line that cascades
another color comes about
representing the stance occurring in you, in me, on them

The salt beneath my eyes is much like the bitterness falling off the eagle, marked with stokes of hate and hope, and everything else that falls in between.
I knew you were scared
as we stood looking over a city with great hope
I felt it, and said it to be so

I come offering nothing more than who I have been made to be.
Not front forth with expectations or aspirations to change anything but the world in which we live in.

Take it for what it is, hide from what ever you wish
I won’t back down, and I won’t push forth.
My posture is straitThere’s a lot to hold up
I am no longer living for a future, but for the sun on the other end of that horizon

Run or come alongside
I will be standing still
Basking in a glory of shine far greater than anything I could create.

A blue revolution

Illuminance of the sky,
that breaks darkness from overtaking the good in this world,

Illuminate in Me.

Take out my heart and measure it to yours.
I’d become righteous in you
but no more righteous than another, just because I see it.

I need not look much further then in me
to see the glory of a king’s hand, a value no jester can make a fool of.

As sure as the moon echos the sun,
I to you, for a world awaiting revolution

Elucidate in me
So that I may guide a distilled audience to the hope of love and not of war.

All things working towards the good of a maker, above and below.

Checkered

I wouldn’t hold it past you to say the world in which you see is marked by my skin
it wouldn’t be fair to bind you tightly by words and ideas
when all that are mine are vehement
about you, about me, about the dust that makes my bones

In the way a cougar fights to live, the owner fights to tame
there passion ignites, whether it be false or not, it burns

I can only sink in for so long, till the breathe I took becomes stale
I’d always be searching for more
Or searching to be found

Theodore Roosevelt Two

Do come in and stir these restless fears; surface them

The tops of my eyes elope to these wild imaginations

Let me escape myself and this entitlement to your land

These wars hold themselves tightly bound for whom ever to read

Across the way from History and it’s beloved Europe

This is where I stand