The blade sinks deep, and cuts

into the realm of primevil.

what is more real than pain,

what is more real than Joy.

Blood is Life,

in one drop is all of you,

and all that ever was...

To drink a Tear shed from Love

is to drink Blood from the Soul.

The soul seeks, it hunts,

from birth a part of it is lost.

as dark to light,

as day to night,

as Man to Women,

a soul has a second side....

How many times over the centuries

in all my Lives long past,

did I lose you,

never found you,

or denied you,

and died old....and alone.

My blood is the Blood of all before me.

The soul of my Heart that pumps Life Blood through me

knows no reason, it knows only Truth,

its Truth is Pain and Joy.

A Heart can break and die

when the Soul is torn,

full of sorrow it will weep and cry

for what it has lost,

and thus race and pound

when Joy calls its name...

To feel these pains of the Soul

when there warming flesh is gone,

or Joy exploding in the touch of it,

you know you have Loved

Warrior Poet

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Comment by Rowan~àillidh greim-bàis on March 4, 2010 at 4:40pm
Deliciously Devine! a true warrior poet, very refreshing. I shall keep and open eye out and listen to the winds to catch another peak into your soul. Blessings, Rowan
Comment by danny buyck on March 6, 2010 at 1:12pm
Sounds fablous!


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