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Monday, July 24, 2006

-- Opened --

#-Tempest be still

And I am afraid;
Afraid of movement,
Afraid of action.
I stand guard,
A sentry of my heart.
All day, all night.
Weary though I may be,
My slumber spawns defeat;
The beast of desire awakens
Devouring what was once
Pure.

Oh how easy it would be
To hang that wellspring part of me,
In submission to passion.
Such forbidden fruit,
As Adam's fall,
Draws me, tempts the flames.

Ah that poison,
Lurking beneath innocent facades;
The sinister being
Nudging ever so softly,
Wooing so seductively.
Oh how it beckons,
"Just one bite" it says,
Sweet nectar
Such virgin lips yearn for.
Yet, what potent addiction
It presents.

Scenes of soldiers,
"Bent over double"
After the ecstacy of passion,
After nostrils inhale sweet scents,
Hints of the poison ascend.
Stink of rotting flesh
Assaults the body.
There is no escape.
The abyss takes no prisoners,
Just an eternal fall.

Fear grips as a vice,
Twisting my gut.
Such cost for a stumble.
I will keep watch,
Hour after hour,
Day after day,
Week, month, year.
The tempest shall not be awakened,
The beast shall not rise.
There I will fight,
There I will bleed,
Cut to the bone,
Crushed to sand,
Till my Master opens
The gates of this heart,
To one He deems
Lover.

For then the storm will subside,
There I shall rest,
Wounds tended,
My weary body kissed,
Held, in tender arms.
Then, and only then,
Shall love blossom,
Full in its glory,
Grace, majesty.

-- Closed --

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