Desire and Eagles.

The eagle spreads his wings when he spies his nest,

exultant from soaring skies, he glides to his rest.

Not to seek a dreamless sleep

nor to reflect on triumphs acquired

but to rejuvenate – revivify the pulses of desire.

Even as we glide,

we find adventures to devour.

Unbridle all those fantasies,

harness all your power

release your rooted rages

feel the freedom of your soul

Unlock your personal cages

before your bell is asked to toll.

 

For every action man must take

desire must first urge him awake.

Then that sparkling tiny shimmer

is fanned into supreme splendour

by the magic of mental ‘chemystery’

that brushes aside reality

and thus, desirability

rejects – impossibility.

 

I may be as a God that’s fallen,

felled by my very own essence

but desires, white hot, fly onward

for they arise from remembering heaven.

 

Many reasons there are to lament for mankind

’tis sad that so many stay confined,

trapped in prisons of their own ideas,

refusing to soar til the vista clears.

Judging fellows by what they gain

rather than dreams they strive to attain.

Those who aspire look to higher planes

driven  by longing more profound than their brain.

Spurrings spring from the primitive within.

A lust, a joy, a magnificent craving.

Impassioned you may feel helpless

but, rein in that desire – and you annihilate your self.

 

I’ll scream in from the wastelands like

an eagle; ‘wipping’ and ‘wonking’ in a raucous choir.

Above the thunderous storm, a cacophony of desire.

My yearnings and passions have opened their jaws

They’ve howled at me, roared at me, “Open all doors!”.

Without them, I would be empty and mute,

a hollowness, dank and cowed.

But, I now live my life resolute…

TO LIVE THE WHOLE FUCKING THING OUT LOUD!