Oct. 11, 2015

THE FIST

by Timothy J. Muise (author's profile)

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THE FIST
by Timothy J. Muise

Clenched fist raised high in the air,
not some militant salute meant to convert
but a soul rendered defiance of true evil

Balled fist smashed into the face of abuse,
not unruly anger unchanneled and let loose
but a controlled blow to the devil where he lives

Bloody fist hanging at arms length so heavy,
not a wound from a brawl with whiskey breath and ire
but a badge of honor shining in opposition to slow murder

Clenched fist held high with honor and pride,
not some token tribute to minor ill or wrongdoing
but an all out assault upon the sensibility of the world

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STEPS
by Timothy J. Muise

Steps so lightly
angels trod softly
Hair so soft
I fall apart

Skin so soft
seems otherwordly
Smile so sweet
my ego crumbles

Eyes so bright
seeing my fears
Heart so large
this brute yields

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STEEL
by Timothy J. Muise

On a slab of steel I rest my head
in a field of azure I spend my dreams

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