NOMADIC SOULS

Are we the wiser or the lesser?

Are we the ones to kneel before the oppressor?

Or use ancient tactics of shoguns

to outsmart the aggressor,

employing reason and power to outwit an opponent.

Therefore, as I step, I walk,

as I walk, I pause

to see beyond the concrete walls,

leaping through social strata of society-

with attempts to inspire the lost

But most don’t heed.

The rest don’t understand

the resilience of True King Masters

walking the earth with the patience of drying plaster,

returning what the Controllers took,

zinc, iron, copper, gold, and cobalt.

The planet is now frail as a bone fracture.

Trees chopped down for super houses and wasted paper.

Yes, I’m a rebel

Hear the echo of the voice, 

the 22nd Rebel Soul.

I tune my astuteness like Ninja Scrolls.

Watch for weak links that come in the form of moles,

looked upon as best friends

that your seed will condemn.

It doesn’t matter once money, power, and fame,

corrupts the brain.

So please glorify the teachings, 

but stray from too much preaching.

The ears of the students are bleeding

but quickly lost when communication goes amiss.

As a friend, I offer my resources,

as a father, I protect from enemy sources

as a husband, I listen to her heart’s chorus.

as a True King Master, I learn from universal forces:

water, air, fire, earth as a philosophical cornerstone.

Now it’s time to rest.

Kimatni D. Rawlins