The mind of the warrior

The Mind of the Warrior 

Be the spelling of these words important; or does it matter not at all.  What be that  I do know that the mind is different.  We each fight our demons in our own way; yet the the demon be the same. Yes as many of the great poets I  too war in the mind.  Knowing not what or who I am; nor what time of day it is.  Yet to fight ever onward towards what; the warrior's soul seeks peace and yet we can not find if.  Be it the death at the hands of those who are before us; or do we just  select who shall be the one.  Be that which be the many; or just the one. For are we not as dead men waiting.  Our swords be shared and yet this be not enough.  Becomes there a time when we just give up to that which never wavers.. How do we as simple men decide this. To give up all in surrender of that which be more powerful. Or do we fight ever onward until that which is the mind of the warrior, decides that which be the final battle is won or lost...

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Soul's Mystery

Soul's Mystery 

Be it known what troubles seek us, answers then simple.  We are a complex creature, love, hate, beauty and the ugliness of man.  Yet be this not us, truly then we are as fools.  For this creature knows no end nor the depth that is love.  We weep for that which we have not: mortal man can not understand the mystery.  Each path taken is filled with passion, perhaps be this not the passion sought; yet do we not embrace it, do we dare to turn from it.  For be this the one chance to really see, to touch, to allow others to see that which is our soul, unguarded.....

Inspired by Chris
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