Hero Arising

Hero Arising. B’cuz, There’s many a shattered piece That lay about this maze There’s many a stained day I’ve Let left among the strain. Con-summed by lost ideas, thoughts, And images plagued of Heavenly demons-nHellish angels, Said saints and sinners and Me as a brotherToo both though A shadowy host thus Caught-n- the silver of A full blown moons gate thus Penetrating my sight and X-posing me to it’s fright-nX-tricating my light-nTrying T’ figure out how to cry But, Somethings gotten through from My unconsciouses side, and It’s opened me wide, and It’s in con-trol O’ my why’s, and At uneven times it Sets in my mind in‘DEEP POSSESSION.’ A little, Loud and rudy, Immortally wounded, Childish and bloody, Habitually flooding, Drowning in stride-nStuffing the burning sand back into The hour glass shine and, Mechanically The broken pieces-nQuite naturally it needs this. Like, The secret a finder, or The puzzle a designer, or The labyrinth a binder, for

You see dear reader that; “Freedom is More than a state of mind” it’s More than a state of mineMy “Hidden patterns of life building Upon both my realities on INFERNO?” O” But I’m certain [I] didn’t Con-struct: “These breaks of Con-tainments, Black snow’s or, These iron clad scars, rivers of blood, Stench, maggots-n-swarms or, These barb’d wire-n-chain link senses or, This ½ horned human W/psychic guns-n-towers stalking me or, These minotaurian guards protecting Secret centers of corrupt powers or, These rivers of dead gods=-nWind blown seeds or, The phantoms thereof or, Their money, drugs-n-scars or, This injunctive injustice system That’s Blind lo-“ I’m just The one they love to hide and, The one that’s been left b’hind and, The one left roll’n these dice and, The one that’s finally realized it’s Time to fly if, “I Wanna Make It Out Of This Maze Alive.” Dedicated to : Dante Alighieri By Johnny L. Knudsen 07/23/09 part 2