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Evolve and Conquer
- Evolve and Conquer -
Kiss my lips, and be consumed, by the flame…
The fire that brings an end to the old frigidity!
You who come to me, set aside all past shame.
I will raise you up and show you such ecstasy,
That you will be changed, forced to confront…
The enemy within and without that constrains.
For my lips speak truth and are ever the font,
Of more profound pleasures and refined pains.
What I recall could fill many volumes of lore,
But one golden moment is all that I do crave.
And I will fight for it both in peace and in war,
In life and death, beyond flesh and the grave!
None shall mock the voice that I speak with,
And not a one will see me and not bow low.
I am a survivor and time has proven me fit…
My power, once dormant, has started to grow.
Those who stand with me now shall rise higher,
When the hour draws nigh for change to come.
My hands shall work ever to part the vile mire,
Which coats humanity, causing all to be undone!
I ask none to stand by my side in this conflict,
But sooner or later, people must choose sides.
I shall not say that my side is ever of the elect,
But with my deep beliefs I shall steadfast abide.
I am mocked, I am hated, but I shall ascend…
For my power is infinite and cannot soon fade!
All who join me shall help this world to mend,
If we evolve and conquer, and be not afraid…
To become the change we wish to see happen.
The wealthy and elite have stolen our blood,
Crushing the people under an ideal of Heaven…
Which is, in reality, a miserably vile red flood.
Damn their red banners and their tired old lies!
They cannot make us their slaves if we soar,
Like eagles unto the heights of the starry skies.
I could settle for peace, but I want far more…
And peace at the cost of one’s soul is too far,
Too heavy a price for a free spirit to ever pay!
The powers that be, all freedoms they scar…
Before they take all our truest liberties away.
I’ll not go quietly, not without waging my war,
For some battles cannot be avoided in time…
And for truer ideals, there is oft much in store.
For mine I struggle onward, in light so sublime!
Ever fighting for what I believe in, dying nobly!
Or living to become the example people need.
A hero, a heroine, that is what we can all be,
And each of us can become a sprouting seed.
From the ashes of the old order, our garden…
Shall rise up long after the oppressors are dust.
For the enemy, we must our hearts so harden,
For it is only power for which they all do lust!
Those who bleed the earth to fuel their gluttony,
And say we are free, as we are kept enslaved.
My banner is ancient and is of divine destiny…
For by it all those who slumber may be saved.
Awaken America, Europe, and all: the world!
Those who oppress us walk in many guises…
But my banner is proud and eternally unfurled.
And a fully awakened heart contains surprises,
Not dreamed of by those who are truly cold…
Those who oppress cannot evolve as we can.
Their viciousness is as weak as it is grown old!
They are slaves themselves to their vile plan…
But we are the children of a far brighter dawn.
My rebellion is forever, and I shall overcome,
For I speak in righteousness: no one’s pawn!
I speak truth; let falsehood be swiftly undone.
I am one voice for truth, one hand for reason,
Raised at the sun, raised at the moon on high…
In darkness and in light: in cycle and in season.
One voice out of many, which none can deny!
A serpent with many heads, wisdom’s fulfilling,
For knowledge is power, and I pass it on thus.
I give it to those who come to me most willing,
And let the forks of the serpent tongue thrust.
For contrary to the old order, this great snake,
Deceives not, but its’ venom carries liberation.
I am the living grail, of which the wise partake,
For I am the vessel of a brand new salvation!
Cut off one head and it will slay not my body,
For two more shall rise, to take one’s place…
Greater in power, and far grander in dignity!
Ever risen up in majesty and ever fair in grace.
I am a part of all, yet I speak as an individual,
For true freedom requires a voice to cry out…
Against all injustice: for ideals more supernal.
A new order, to dispel old fear and old doubt!
Kiss my lips, and be consumed, by the flame…
The fire that brings an end to the old frigidity!
You who come to me, set aside all past shame.
I will raise you up and show you such ecstasy,
That you will be changed, forced to confront…
The enemy within and without that constrains.
For my lips speak truth and are ever the font,
Of more profound pleasures and refined pains.
Kiss my lips, and be consumed, by the flame…
The fire that brings an end to the old frigidity!
You who come to me, set aside all past shame.
I will raise you up and show you such ecstasy,
That you will be changed, forced to confront…
The enemy within and without that constrains.
For my lips speak truth and are ever the font,
Of more profound pleasures and refined pains.
What I recall could fill many volumes of lore,
But one golden moment is all that I do crave.
And I will fight for it both in peace and in war,
In life and death, beyond flesh and the grave!
None shall mock the voice that I speak with,
And not a one will see me and not bow low.
I am a survivor and time has proven me fit…
My power, once dormant, has started to grow.
Those who stand with me now shall rise higher,
When the hour draws nigh for change to come.
My hands shall work ever to part the vile mire,
Which coats humanity, causing all to be undone!
I ask none to stand by my side in this conflict,
But sooner or later, people must choose sides.
I shall not say that my side is ever of the elect,
But with my deep beliefs I shall steadfast abide.
I am mocked, I am hated, but I shall ascend…
For my power is infinite and cannot soon fade!
All who join me shall help this world to mend,
If we evolve and conquer, and be not afraid…
To become the change we wish to see happen.
The wealthy and elite have stolen our blood,
Crushing the people under an ideal of Heaven…
Which is, in reality, a miserably vile red flood.
Damn their red banners and their tired old lies!
They cannot make us their slaves if we soar,
Like eagles unto the heights of the starry skies.
I could settle for peace, but I want far more…
And peace at the cost of one’s soul is too far,
Too heavy a price for a free spirit to ever pay!
The powers that be, all freedoms they scar…
Before they take all our truest liberties away.
I’ll not go quietly, not without waging my war,
For some battles cannot be avoided in time…
And for truer ideals, there is oft much in store.
For mine I struggle onward, in light so sublime!
Ever fighting for what I believe in, dying nobly!
Or living to become the example people need.
A hero, a heroine, that is what we can all be,
And each of us can become a sprouting seed.
From the ashes of the old order, our garden…
Shall rise up long after the oppressors are dust.
For the enemy, we must our hearts so harden,
For it is only power for which they all do lust!
Those who bleed the earth to fuel their gluttony,
And say we are free, as we are kept enslaved.
My banner is ancient and is of divine destiny…
For by it all those who slumber may be saved.
Awaken America, Europe, and all: the world!
Those who oppress us walk in many guises…
But my banner is proud and eternally unfurled.
And a fully awakened heart contains surprises,
Not dreamed of by those who are truly cold…
Those who oppress cannot evolve as we can.
Their viciousness is as weak as it is grown old!
They are slaves themselves to their vile plan…
But we are the children of a far brighter dawn.
My rebellion is forever, and I shall overcome,
For I speak in righteousness: no one’s pawn!
I speak truth; let falsehood be swiftly undone.
I am one voice for truth, one hand for reason,
Raised at the sun, raised at the moon on high…
In darkness and in light: in cycle and in season.
One voice out of many, which none can deny!
A serpent with many heads, wisdom’s fulfilling,
For knowledge is power, and I pass it on thus.
I give it to those who come to me most willing,
And let the forks of the serpent tongue thrust.
For contrary to the old order, this great snake,
Deceives not, but its’ venom carries liberation.
I am the living grail, of which the wise partake,
For I am the vessel of a brand new salvation!
Cut off one head and it will slay not my body,
For two more shall rise, to take one’s place…
Greater in power, and far grander in dignity!
Ever risen up in majesty and ever fair in grace.
I am a part of all, yet I speak as an individual,
For true freedom requires a voice to cry out…
Against all injustice: for ideals more supernal.
A new order, to dispel old fear and old doubt!
Kiss my lips, and be consumed, by the flame…
The fire that brings an end to the old frigidity!
You who come to me, set aside all past shame.
I will raise you up and show you such ecstasy,
That you will be changed, forced to confront…
The enemy within and without that constrains.
For my lips speak truth and are ever the font,
Of more profound pleasures and refined pains.
Published 18th Jan 2014
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18th Jan 2014 7:06am
22nd Jan 2014 11:24pm
I tell it as I feel it, my friend. Tee-hee-hee. ;)
The site is rarely far from my thoughts, dear Grace, and poetry is never apart from them. It is great to be writing again, and great to hear from you, as ever. :)
The site is rarely far from my thoughts, dear Grace, and poetry is never apart from them. It is great to be writing again, and great to hear from you, as ever. :)
Anonymous
18th Jan 2014 3:33pm
Your soul will always be one with the Warrior, as your blazing sword shines and cuts the words to phrases! Powerful write, dear sis!
22nd Jan 2014 11:27pm
Indeed, dear sister, I'm a warrior queen through and through, and my poems oft reflect that spirit. I keep my sword as blazing and sharp as ever, and by it create such art as you see here. So happy you enjoyed reading this poem!
19th Jan 2014 8:43am
22nd Jan 2014 11:31pm
So happy you found it so, and that you appreciated the technique! To me the entire poem worked ideally as a cycle since the thoughts I found myself thinking at the end were much the same as the thoughts that began the poem from the onset and so the whole of it flowed perfectly indeed. :)
25th Jan 2014 8:39am
Cry of the Hydra! It's an endless battle, Comrade. 1% and 99%. Part of the world in extreme technological luxury and part of the world living neolithic. Too many times around. Hey, your waves swell with a million years, maybe this'll be the last time we have to overthrow?
