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This piece is a big Thank You to all my word press friends. I draw inspiration from each and every one of you and am ever impressed by your individuality and endless talent. We are Paper Pirates, and sail the vast sea of imagination. Here is to hoping our ships continue to pass each other often in this endless ocean of creativity.
We poets are one and all paper pirates
Heavy and dangerous with our thoughts
Using words to collect the highest bounty
And creating tides of self strong emotion
Adrift on a vast ocean of quiet white
Waiting for the strong current of belief
To drive us in our creation of hopes and dreams
Much in common with the buccaneers of history
Sabres our words, and ideas being our side arms
We take from earthly travelers simple ideas
Turning the blade to suit our individualism
Yet riding a tide of collective expression
A sea of blank pages are just opportunities
To raise the flag and sail boldly ahead
Leaving the creation of other’s thoughts in our wake
The sound of cannon fire signifies new beginnings
The blood we spill is the pencil we put to paper
Or the ink that tells the many stories of our lives
The same ink that creates the ripples in the page
And keeps the ship sailing onward toward eternity
That ink is what binds us as brothers and sisters
And forms the common bond we all share as artists
Performers on a stage not the poet pirates calling
Yet give us our thoughts and an ocean of pulpy white
And we shall lay before you an abundance of wealth
A wealth of feelings, ideas, concepts and raw emotions
Sorrow and despair will walk the plank as we write
In the hopes that the storm clouds will soon break
And the sun will reflect a paper ocean’s brilliant white
Matter of Pride
First came the RAINS….Steadily pouring for what seemed like an eternity. Winds blew strong and hard from every direction bringing with it sharp whistles and crude whispers of the events that were going to transpire. Deaf to the warnings being brought forth by the ceaseless storm, The worlds population remained oblivious to the imminent destruction about to be wrought on a home so taken for granted.
It came from the EAST. starting as a very low rumble, as steady and unrelenting as the rain, and continuing for forty days and forty nights. The rumble became louder and more persistent as the days and nights passed. Soon what began as a low undecipherable rumble became this Thunderous roar which was being spoken of by many, but understood by none. With each passing day it became clear that the rumble was unmistakably the sound of charging horses. Galloping steadily and with great haste toward the unsuspecting masses.
The sound being put forth by the oncoming charge was that of SIXTEEN hooves pushing onward through the driving rain, while simultaneously setting fire to the earth with each forceful stride. Flames rose high behind them, impervious to the sheets of rain falling from the sky. Sixteen hooves, driving four thundering steeds. Atop each sinewy mount rode a familiar horseman. First mentioned in the BIBLE, the horsemen were that of Conquest, War, Famine, and DEATH……….For they were the four horsemen of the apocalypse and their journey will bring certain doom to all mankind.
Riding single file they take their positions in an ominous line of swift efficient punishment.First is Conquest, riding a white horse and wielding a bow, bringing all to their knees with ease and force. Second comes a red steed ridden by the horseman swinging the sword of War, followed by a black horse and a rider holding scales as if to measure the weight of atrocities committed and balance them with punishment due. This is the horseman of Famine bringing hunger and desperation to the war torn land. And last…. riding a pale horse and clutching a scythe, the horseman of DEATH brings plagues and disease to the last of the human race before collecting their souls for the final RECKONING.
With the day of final judgement complete, the souls of all mankind have been taken for the last appraisal. As the world washes away and burns to ash simultaneously, the FOUR take their swift departure to the west, leaving only destruction and ghostly whispers of distant memories. Memories of a once thriving population. One not so bent on self destruction and utter disregard for their surroundings.
What could bring such a horrific demise to an entire planet rich with resource and bountiful in its raw beauty? Most certainly the catalyst for the swift destruction of all the worlds people was the never ending Greed. Greed for wealth…Greed for power…..Greed for higher status both in politics and in religion…..And finally the ultimate reason for Apocalyptic Doom? The irreversible damage being done to the Exquisite home bestowed upon us by the Creator of all that is good and kind. WHOMEVER that shall be. For the anger caused by the reckless destruction of such a beautiful gift, was undoubtedly what brought the “Quartet of DELIVERANCE” charging through the land……