I Walk These Narrow Paths ( In These The Autumnal-Days of My Years )

Immersed in shame, found bound this day by my need to kneel in my aloneness and pray,
I assert to the masses this loathing of the rich, those pimps and those decadent, odorous whores,
Who profess their lives to be deeply blessed, but who'r found lesser, and thus they,
Rather than we - by all notion and natural decree, are meant to sacrifice and so must pay,

I do now close my warrior fist toward them in anger, those wealthy bound by the raw arrogance they display.

Thom Douglas Carlisle (Irish Tommy Moran) - Ireland

Namaste, Namaste, Namaste.

I read those words and a picture of a feeling looms up from somewhere.
Laden with the author's conviction, the wording presses up against my neck
formed out of letters innocently nestling upon the page in cunning disguise

For truth be told i gasp in the reading,
certain that the awesome chill they do engender
is naught less than the very likeness of a blade of fine-honed steel.



Thank you

Dread,

Go raibh maith agat, ( may good be at you, ) my good friend.

Thank ye, Dreadaye

tommy boy / Ireland

Nice Tom

Take it easy my friend

Big Joe,

Thank ye my friend. As ye must now comfortably surmise I don't like the arrogant filthy rich in this world.

Thanks my friend, joethebricky,

tommy boy moran / Ireland

nice... powerful, moving and with depth...best ive seen here

simpltim,

Please allow me to thank you for your comment. I'm glad to have shared this piece here inside this forum.

Thanks again,

tommy boy moran / Ireland