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June 4, 2019
And now I see, so tangled and taut,
The threads of a life in an eternal knot.
No escape from the conundrum around,
Though ingenuity and brilliance abound.
Whilst such potential lurks in the air,
There are times I think twould be simpler
Not to care.
But whether more difficult or no,
Care I do,
Though oft caring brings fire
I must go through.
What darkness does not enthrall me
When my all's engulfed?
Am I a pure lamb, or
November 15, 2017
Adam Scott Campbell
Down in the dregs of my heart's remains
Glancing still deeper where Indomitable reigns
I discover hidden, unbroken I see,
The secret elixir, imprisoned in me:
Chance. Tis mine, un-tethered and free.
Indomitable Me, I take it up,
Set to pour Chance into my cup,
When some gentle voice murmurs, "Don't."
I feel, though balm in elixir's shown,
To drink my assured victory, I won't.
Setting Chance down, turning to go,
Before me stands one whom...
The dawn breaks upon her, her mind is at war,
Seeing so many that she could live for.
Friends and companions ring her around
While foes ahead make a chilling sound.
First starting low, now growing, the chant
Is more than a battle cry, a curse or a rant.
Once a sound of love, tis now not the same.
The enemy seeks her. They are calling her name.
Thousands of hands grip weapons more tight.
Twill be impossible to make these quit the fight...
October 21, 2017
First I was an animal, a jungle cat so wild.
I fought each day. I sought new ways,
My prey to beguile.
I then became a boulder on a grassy mountain's side,
Covered with fuzz. I loved it because
I did not have to try.
I changed into a plant, a beautiful petaled rose.
My defense was beauty, I could see
Twas the best I'd ever chose.
A petaled rose, a boulder, a jungle cat that fought.
Each had worth, no matter their girth.
The same they w...
September 5, 2017
I made a butterfly. I breathed him to life.
I watched him flutter away.
A part of me wished he'd fly far and well.
Another, that he would stay.
A third part of me, the strongest yet,
Wanted, him, to be,
For oft in life I have this wish to be
Anything but me.
Whose butterfly have I been?
Do any wish to be me?
Or are all glad they aren't confused, like me,
When they look around to see?
I made a butterfly. He said to take heart.
I had not k...