Poetry The Loveless Warrior

Monkey Sword A Barrel of Monkeys That are Armed Teeth to Tail I Prefer Monkey Frivolity To the Work of Weilding The Sword Then Again When the Wind Blows Right I Smell The Blood of Human Fraility All the Wants and Needs And the lack of Truth I Circle and Watch Where is the Weakness of The Suffering Fools? (Not Lightly Now) I am Sensitive and Coldblooded Both at Once A Deadly Combination I AM Still and Waiting There is nothing We Can do Now Too Late Your Path and Mine Has Condemned Us to The Mailai of Spirituality The War of Krishna My Oneness Friend I am Obligated to Kill off your Desperate Needs to Free Mine