Warrior Heart, Endear Me . . .

Warrior heart,
Spirit of the Saints,
My Soul is the broad ax and my inner personal spiritual being,
The crossbow.

Tender and pure essence of this spiritualness, prevailing,
Lender of sleep - in quarries of ether darkness,
Long and relentless,
Cold, cold night, hear me now.

Long it has been I've been with you,
Beside you in turmoil and sadness.

Tell this poet, do you not think me strong?
Do you not think I am with appropriate shadow, leaning?

I protect you! I guard you!
Protect me!
Bring me peace and inner warmth.

For I am the product of you who would give to me -
the rare and bold essence of the Soul.

tommy moran / Ireland / 2013

do not hit me with that axe!

Not a chance, old.

tomo

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adore this.

Adore YOU, teasing.

SO COOL YOUR POETRY---

Thank ye, Miacha. Means a lot.

tommy boy

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tommy I really like this