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I walk the streets at night.
Alone I have come into my own.

With tepid alacrity I wander.
From streetcorner, to alleyway;
Spooking the rats of a society unsettled.

Adventures lie camouflaged by darkness.
Shadows of a forgotten yesterday haunt
Prospects of a brighter tomorrow.

Unremarkable aromas abound.
Soft bouquets of the local fare
Accost my gluttony.
Hedonism reigns unmitigated.

The cheerful songs
Of voluptuous blondes;
Contort my appetite.

Sirens stalk the lonesome transient.

Imbibe me with the spirits of the night;
For I yearn for exaltation.
Release me from myself;
And the crushing conflagration of carnal cravings.

The fires that rage, quenched.
I take up the noble journey;
Burning with the lust of the vagabond.

I Gallivant the countryside,
Prancing with the pixies,
Skipping with the sprites,
Terrorizing with the trolls.

Living life as a creature of the earth,
Leaving behind a proactive path of positivity;
Building more than I destroy.

The voyage has become my home.
I live a life of freedom;
As a sovereign man in a world of allegiance.

Oh to be that Rat
That passes over the land
With an unperturbed sense of desolation.

Flash your light of sorrow;
You sad, somber, cacophonous fool.
So that you may one day look back;
And see the elegance emanating from the dirt.

Abandon your shameful existence, Rat.
Glimpse the free spirits where they dance;
Run wild with the bold and the brassy;
Join hands with Mother Nature
As she bears life to the earth.

For in the simplest acts,
Liberation lurks.

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Driftwood's picture
by Driftwood·Aug 10, 2011

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Faith's picture
by Faith·May 23, 2012

I meant to comment on this a long time ago, I must say what keeps me reading a poets work, is there word chioce, I find (atleast for myself) finding the perfect words is hard to match what you are feeling inside. Your poem is like a journey, and for me it was well taken as the audience.