Or so is my aim;
For to hold and hold
Such anger—
It strengthens my grip,
It strengthens my name.
But it weakens this present,
And the done deed’s the same.
So I hold no prisoners;
But it does not mean
On the ground that I lay.
An enemy is prison is illusion, illusion,
Confusion, delusion,
Ghosts walking around shackled
Until at last they have died,
But death shall never fall upon them:
They are ghosts in my mind.
Why hold prisoners, then?
The prison is an overcrowded den
For the past to play pretend.
But I must say–
It does not mean,
On the ground that I lay.
If I weaken this present,
Then I cannot act present;
And the present does present me many things–
One is those who are looking to clip my wings–
Bring stings and dings and looney-toon things–
And I must say, it’s not on the ground that I lay;
I stand up tall and high and look them in the eye.
And fight.
With all my might.
And bring them down.
Not because I wish to bring down anyone;
But because I will not be brought down
By anyone.
You must hold prisoners then;
You must have enemies;
How could you stand up so tall against me–
And still not hate me?
I heard someone say this once to me
In a dream.
Does a scorpion chase after its predator?
Or does it just sting?
Does a falcon torture its prey?
Or does it just kill?
It needs to eat to live;
Do you ever see it cut and stand still?
Defend yourself–
Protect yourself–
But hold no prisoners;
Wish for no enemies;
Say your part and strike if you feel it right;
But do not prolong it;
Do not attach to the moment–
When you protect yourself from the swell of another;
Do take cover.
Do not lay on the ground.
But once it is done;
Do not hold on to that being as evil–
Hold on to nothing;
No one.
For to conquer the self–
You must hold no prisoners
And also stand to protect the self;
Recognize what is dark and cast through your light–
But do not ever claim that that being–
Is truly the night.
And if you are the moon;
There are many moons that will shine just as bright.
