Living a jungle - learning to juggle
toss up, set aside hard-ache & struggle.
We crave to play when we're younger -
but when days fade away, scales tip
& empty plates quickly out-weigh our hunger.
Then we chase our prey - with tails snipped,
left shameless, it won't fit between legs
protecting a certain superbia
which dwells serene in heads.
The alpha in packs, a mind focused on tracks
axe in hand & making swings at bogus acts.
Hopelessness lacks in every moment attacked;
an ambush was planted,
& it grew, so much it's almost attached.
A soul has landed...
Pandora's box has arrived,
still with a broken latch -
See what was once deprived
has grown & will hatch...
An establishment of virtue,
and no passivist will hurt you.
Just serenity and purpose,
the enemy gets discouraged.
Your family's always worth it,
no second thoughts or tries.
I reckon God would fight,
if left with wrong and right.
So sing songs and rhymes,
'bout dreams of lost time.
We can't pause or rewind,
'cus we've already crossed the line.
Roses form into ashes,
thrown in with open caskets.
Broken like old habits,
the omen has grown massive.
Known as the king of war,
nobody can beat his sword.
Cold blooded, but feeling warm,
throws punches like beating storms.
In sync with tyranny and violence,
instincts like an almighty lion.
"Pride"
Jonathon
Lost Cause
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