Monday, February 5, 2007

141 Power

The king who reigns atop his golden throne
The sun that wanes is not beneath his hand
Though people may obey his ev’ry tone,
His orders go astray lorn* self command.
What task may be performed, without control?
A grand Construction’s formed from single mind-
True righteousness is gained from focus whole,
And true success is earned through will refined.
The human soul is made of dual song
Flawed instinct’s goal is ever unappeased,
No man has any might, save will is strong,
He must the instinct smite to gain his peace.
And thus the only Man to reign complete
Is he who once began to self defeat.
© Jerusalemrising (Tyler O’Neil)
Written February 5, 2007


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