On Samson
Blinded
by one's
Self seduction
Warrior
To the infinite
Tower
Of society
In the end
just a jew
In desperate
Need of a haircut
I have risen
To the top
Staring
Eye to Eye
With my maker
He did not
Have much
To say
Nor has
He
Communicated
much
Since
Heavy Iron
Restraints
keep me
From rising
Above
Like a suppressor
Holding down
The cream in
A churn
I am not
Butter though
Nor do I wish
To curl
Like sour milk
The facts
in the here and now
Are that I am
Not a young man
( i am actually
just grasping
To stay at
Middle Age)
I however
Refuse to
be a cripple
SAMSON
ready in humility
To give up
The fight.
Breath in me
Give me new
Strength
My intent
Is to contribute
Something
I am not
Throwing
In the towel
Let the Pillars
Fall
Motherfucker
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Comments
Well said Greg... Keep flexing those thoughts and ideas..
But to those that endure to the end my friend...
Thank u sir