Samson
When wolves and little foxes shred the feet of promethean heroes
walking crawling on stomps do the brave and reckless persist
seeking truth in a bottomless pit of societal awareness and standard
grasping at divine providence in the eternal query for Upanishad Vedanta
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Within the shriveled decaying soul in a heart on the verge of bursting
recalcitrant iconoclast Samson crumbles pillars of unbreakable convention
habitual by-rote addictions notwithstanding to create one’s own meaning
onlookers and gossips stand in wondrous awe at the gall of the spirit untamed
Using the lexicon of an unfamiliar revolutionary partisan denying his existence
struggling striving to make a statement a point amidst the furious madness
in the mountains and valleys of city life with its ad execs and drainage sewers
seeking nourishment from the breakfast cereal philosophy of countless minions
Scribbling nonsensical madness and fury the unreasonable prophet sees doom
in the apathetic dis-educated disinformed misdirected populace of the poor ignorant
having no true appreciation of the infinite value found only in love and death
a puzzling quagmire of Gordian conundrum better known as contemplation of life
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