Into the wilderness I go. Into the vast unknown in search of freedom. Only the wild animals who roam shall ever know. Sweet whispers of the wind, swaying of the trees. This smell of the air, let it infuse and intoxicate. The mind body and spirit with endless energy. As close to lust as sweet as her bottom lip for mother nature, is my dream girl. Who sets the soul ablaze with her sweet serenade. Into the wilderness I roam. Seeking enlightenment so surely as the sun gazes down, upon me. Embracing the warmth of but a dream for into the wilderness I go. A man's journey is a lifetime of evolution. He who seeks self growth shall stand a top the summit. Screaming out "I have lived as a lion". The world is my arena and I hunger always for more.
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Micheal Young
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Amidst The Blaze
upon dust as vacant as a blank memory desolate to touch in which the most vial feeling overwhelms me. As my mind gives permanence, of these raw emotions from the past. Scarred and tattered from the experience yet these vambraces I wear as a badge of honor. For the pain and anguish at the time was beyond comprehension. It is nothing of a moment. So minute as the sun fading into the dark Moonlit sky. As passing of a hourglass through the night, transforming into a new sunrise. So be my embrace of growth ever wondering as a wolf through the forest in search of its prey. Let me feed in its abundance for the hunt is ever on-going. ENGULFED as to flames of a wicked fire setting a blaze swiftly to the forest. Approaching so ferociously I dare to say I just barely eluded its blaze. A house which now lays as a pile of ashes , at the bottom, of the deepest canyon. In my heart for the memory will forever stay paying rent. Reflection of another life long gone, exasperating my last breath filled, with the smog left in it's wake. Alive again as fresh air fills, my lungs the path before me lights up once again .. As I gaze back upon the blazing eferno a glimmer of sunlight peaks through the smoke and ash. Onward, I go with these scars as a reminder. Yet with ambition and the wisdom of knowing I do not walk forth being unscathed but scathed and a new found strength.
By Micheal Young4 years ago in Poets
The Path to Salvation
The late autumn evening air filled the monk's lungs, but it wasn't the season that chilled his bones. The heavy-handed presence of evil he had sensed upon entering the woods surrounding this mountain village had not bothered to conceal itself from him.
By Made in DNA2 days ago in Fiction
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