Being a poet
The Thrill Of Leadership
The birth of victory is a personal responsibility. Sometimes luck evades you, but what matters most is your next step. You should strive until you get what you deserve. Bruises, dirt, and blood are inevitable, but the crown rests on the head of the one who strives honestly and consistently.
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For supremacy of words, my wish was strong
My solo strength was weak, had to hunt brilliancy for a hold
The fountain was within, yet too distant for a rapid sight and grasp
The strife took all summer
Across the horizon, I familiarized
In majestic libraries, I frequented
In deserted hilltops and riverbanks, I dwelled
But had I traveled to the soul?
The push and pull caused a scare
I spent time doing a stare
It was a grand nightmare
Folks labeled me doctrinaire
I trembled because of age, the wounds of past strife
And the memories of memories made in the dense pine trees
Today, the knife of dreams rests on my palm,
Sharp, strong and stain free and I am ready to make the first incision.
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