Tell me I'm the Hero,
Bathed in golden armor,
scintillating in the sunlight,
Fighting for love,
Fighting for Justice,
Showered in white roses.
Tell me I'm the Time,
Old, Eternally living,
Squinting in the sunlight,
Fighting for Wisdom
Fighting for Logic,
Passing in yellow roses.
Tell me I'm the Warmonger,
Giant, bristling strength,
Strapping in the sunlight,
Fighting for blood,
Fighting for victory,
Buried in red roses,
Tell me I'm the Plague,
Festering, disease ridden,
Growing in the sunlight,
Fighting for death,
Fighting for wretch,
Rotting in black roses.
Tell me I'm the child,
Deathly ill, dying,
Fading in the sunlight,
Fighting for being,
Fighting for life...
I rose.
9/11/2005
I Rose
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But seconds ago, I returned to the dreaded Writing.Com and viewed your portfolio in a casual, routine-like manner, seeking what you had 'put up' for all means of beating and abusing and found that, in my insatiable naivete state I had perceived the poem 'I Rose,' as 'iRose.' As ridiculous as it sounds, I now understand it to be "The story of how I Rose."
Earlier this morning it seemed I had the whole network at my beck and call but now the bloody thing's a dying snail again.
As you can obviously tell...I feel like sounding smart today.
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