Poetry Break

Currently reading:
Phantastes
   by George MacDonald

I'll probably regret this in the morning (I think that I regret half the things written late at night), but I feel like posting some stuff I've been writing on the blog. So, here goes.

The raucous cacophony of shouts, screams
Rushing on, overlapping, ripping apart their prey
The onslaught surrounds the lone victim
Defending himself, he joins the crusade

What's your answer?  Choose your side
Flip your coin, roll the die
Lady virtue walks off with the man of fortune
As muddied pilgrims while away in the stocks.

Are you with us or for us?
For any value of "us"
Ignorance is bliss, peace, faith, hope and love
Those who seek shall find only hell

Close your eyes and count to 10
Take a deep breath, it'll all be over
Strength comes from falling limply off the fence
Those who toil in the midst of battle are wimps

Aristotle said it, so it must be so
You must either say yes or no
Don't bother knocking, just open some door
Don't ask, only seize

Like a flowing, rushing torrent
Breaking on the banks and rocks
Swirling, twisting, whirling chaos
Flecks of white flung high above
Precious river-life lost to earth
And then the sea
Vast, open, serene
And free