Damocles’ Sword Collection

By divine rule’s intervention I am knighted.

A sword hangs above me…tied & tightened.

And yes, with nightmares my sleep is frightened.

Tentatively I test the throne.

The sword still hangs & I am not at home in such a rich gold tone.

A sword hung by hair follows me everywhere.

So far, as it snaps & falls I’ve caught it with an air of flair.

I’ve kept each catch I’ve luckily had so far.

With every new sword I say a prayer & wish on a star.

I carry on each day; gulping at the sight of scissors

I live in hope of dull edges & for my hands kindly nurses

But as my sword collection grows, recoiling becomes second nature.

I’m not allowed helmet or a visit to the “Armored Haberdasher”.

The punny point is fear that life hangs by a hair.

But I’m a funny juggling fighter who catches things with flair.

You should come and see my collection sometime; sooner rather than later.

We never know when I’ll lose this game & be impaled during an afternooner.

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I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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