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A Devotee of Change
- A Devotee of Change -
Listen unto me and I shalt speak of things with words,
Words of fire, words to warm and inflame, and burn!
Giving insight to some, inspiration to others, and yet...
To the few, a rare means to learn of things forbidden.
I am not like others, not one of many, not of the herd.
Mine eyes hath seen things for which the pious yearn!
I hath received gifts that only the very favored so get.
Yet, alone I hath dwelt and walked, in glory striven...
And I wouldst see changes beyond all humans crave.
Evolution beyond the pettiness of this war-worn era!
This era of posturing and politics, that mean so little...
Except to those whose thoughts art merely temporal.
I beheld humanity rise from primitives living in a cave,
To a species aspiring to much but living oft in terror...
Whilst lofty dreams art oft mocked with fools' spittle.
Such a pity, that no one recalls of a dignity immortal!
The illuminated shalt not dwell in servitude's shells...
We shalt rise, we shalt triumph, even if all be a hell!
Behold me and I shalt show thee sights so profound,
Sights of light and shadow in most perfect harmony!
Bestowing perfect knowledge and wisdom to some,
Whilst the blind by choice shalt become more lost...
I am not, to the limitations of tradition so fast bound,
Unlike those who judge and possess no true dignity.
For the cruel, there art fates they shalt never outrun,
Since in their evil, they chose willingly to pay a cost.
Some prices art heavier, some more simple to bear!
I walk now in a body of human likeness and flesh...
So much less in glory than what I was in my origins.
Yet, even thus, my glory is a force to be respected!
My words canst be sharp but they do not ensnare...
And the good news I speak is a thing passing fresh.
I doth not use righteousness to create cruelty's sins,
For that is how a fool's grave is most swift erected.
I hath never been foolish, and so my words soar...
Heed me, and be free from tyranny and from war!
Times of madness art upon this world in this era...
Such as I hath seen come and go, on worlds gone.
Terrors surround, politicians lie, and fools abound,
But my voice remains constant, my truths as stone!
Few know that is not the first world called “Terra”.
On others, wars were waged but rarely ever won!
Here it is the same, for evil gains naught so sound...
As the peace mankind craves with a need to atone.
Conformity is foolishness for it makes one a slave!
Stand out, be proud of all that makes thee unique...
And in that way, thou wilt be counted as my child.
Many chains wait for those who give up their will...
So be not afraid to be different and so thus saved.
I doth not give in, nor give up, and I am not weak!
My heart is filled with flame and it shalt blaze wild.
None shalt silence me, for my spirit none may kill!
That is what it means to be a devotee of change...
We art perfect beings, both beautiful and strange!
Listen unto me and I shalt speak of things with words,
Words of fire, words to warm and inflame, and burn!
Giving insight to some, inspiration to others, and yet...
To the few, a rare means to learn of things forbidden.
I am not like others, not one of many, not of the herd.
Mine eyes hath seen things for which the pious yearn!
I hath received gifts that only the very favored so get.
Yet, alone I hath dwelt and walked, in glory striven...
And I wouldst see changes beyond all humans crave.
Evolution beyond the pettiness of this war-worn era!
This era of posturing and politics, that mean so little...
Except to those whose thoughts art merely temporal.
I beheld humanity rise from primitives living in a cave,
To a species aspiring to much but living oft in terror...
Whilst lofty dreams art oft mocked with fools' spittle.
Such a pity, that no one recalls of a dignity immortal!
The illuminated shalt not dwell in servitude's shells...
We shalt rise, we shalt triumph, even if all be a hell!
Behold me and I shalt show thee sights so profound,
Sights of light and shadow in most perfect harmony!
Bestowing perfect knowledge and wisdom to some,
Whilst the blind by choice shalt become more lost...
I am not, to the limitations of tradition so fast bound,
Unlike those who judge and possess no true dignity.
For the cruel, there art fates they shalt never outrun,
Since in their evil, they chose willingly to pay a cost.
Some prices art heavier, some more simple to bear!
I walk now in a body of human likeness and flesh...
So much less in glory than what I was in my origins.
Yet, even thus, my glory is a force to be respected!
My words canst be sharp but they do not ensnare...
And the good news I speak is a thing passing fresh.
I doth not use righteousness to create cruelty's sins,
For that is how a fool's grave is most swift erected.
I hath never been foolish, and so my words soar...
Heed me, and be free from tyranny and from war!
Times of madness art upon this world in this era...
Such as I hath seen come and go, on worlds gone.
Terrors surround, politicians lie, and fools abound,
But my voice remains constant, my truths as stone!
Few know that is not the first world called “Terra”.
On others, wars were waged but rarely ever won!
Here it is the same, for evil gains naught so sound...
As the peace mankind craves with a need to atone.
Conformity is foolishness for it makes one a slave!
Stand out, be proud of all that makes thee unique...
And in that way, thou wilt be counted as my child.
Many chains wait for those who give up their will...
So be not afraid to be different and so thus saved.
I doth not give in, nor give up, and I am not weak!
My heart is filled with flame and it shalt blaze wild.
None shalt silence me, for my spirit none may kill!
That is what it means to be a devotee of change...
We art perfect beings, both beautiful and strange!
Published 1st Jun 2016
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1st Jun 2016 9:28am
1st Jun 2016 11:02am
I am happy you enjoyed my poem, dear Zoey! I strove to write this one in a powerful way, since I felt the words had a certain empowering nature to them even as they came into my mind and heart as I penned this. I simply 'felt' these words and emotions, and wrote them as I felt them. Such praise from you makes me feel very good! Thanks for the glowing comment. Love and Light to you, always. :)
1st Jun 2016 5:04pm
My heart is filled with flame and it shalt blaze wild.
None shalt silence me, for my spirit none may kill!
I love the way you put strength in your emotions ; expressed so articulately. :) talented write Kara dear.
None shalt silence me, for my spirit none may kill!
I love the way you put strength in your emotions ; expressed so articulately. :) talented write Kara dear.
2nd Jun 2016 9:37am
My deepest thanks, sweet Grace! I have always been told that I tend to feel my emotions very strongly, very passionately, so when I write I try to pour that into the words... and I am happy that came across in this poem quite well. So glad you liked these verses of mine! :D
