by Fegger

Created on: March 06, 2009   Last Updated: March 18, 2010

Granite Man



Standing, edge of cliff so sheer
Peering toward the vast
Churning blue, and foam recede
Lessons, of the past.
Project my soul, this vertical wall
That shields the tender land
From erosion of the Tempest Wind
Yet carves the granite man.
Beneath, as passions tremble
And curl about the form
Slowly abrade patina-soft
In forecast of the storm.
Adjacent to these weathered friends
Lie memories of the gale,
When weakness overcame me
Another love, I failed.
Resting bitter, jagged, waiting
To rest my skin upon
Accepting vengeance' laceration,
Exposed-within each dawn.


I, spun in ego unyielding
Deny the right to view,
The fissures gape internally
Kept away from you.
Igneous veneered viscera
With pulse upon command
And words that know such timelessness
As footprints in the sand.
Yet vertical and tall I'll reach
Defy natural decay
Deeming that my wit prevails
With death I may persuade.
In Time, such shroud consumes me
I will have died before
Legacies of ignorance
I've offered nothing more.
Granite man is born of fire;
And this, his only sin:
Striking flint and flesh as one,
Igniting from within.

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