Just A Little Further

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    Just A Little Further

    Just a Little Further
    by
    Kelly M. Kirkpatrick

    Take it just a little further
    Is what she said to me.
    The feeling will control you.
    You will begin to see.
    You get back what you came in with,
    If you let it be.
    Take it just a little further,
    And let yourself be free.

    Shut your mouth.
    Climb on board.
    You know the answer,
    So lose the sword.
    Feel my body.
    Take a drink.
    Look around you.
    It’s time to think.

    This is the situation,
    So tell me what’s the plan?
    Is there a logical progression,
    Like from a child to a man?
    Tell it to me simply
    In terms I understand.
    Be patient with me teacher;
    I’m doing what I can.

    The enemy’s among us.
    He knows our every move,
    But patience is a virtue;
    We have nothing left to prove.
    Should he choose to kill us,
    That may not be the end.
    Like from a hilltop called Masada,
    This message I will send:

    I’ll take from you your victory
    In silence from the grave,
    And in the morn’ when the trumpet sounds,
    There will be no one left to save.
    I will not be your prisoner.
    I will not be your slave.
    So go from here with deep respect,
    This road in blood is paved.

    Take it just a little further
    Is what she said to me.
    The enemy’s within you,
    And you have set him free.
    Climb back into the cradle,
    And let the child be.
    Take it just a little further;
    It will bring you to your knees.

    Close your eyes now.
    Sing a song.
    Take heed of passion,
    And you are strong.
    Brave the weather.
    Accept your fate.
    The time is coming.
    You’re running late.

    I say this in conclusion:
    I’m a solitary man.
    My strength lies in alliance.
    I’m doing what I can.
    Should I suspect your motives
    Are in the other hand,
    I’ll find there’s no sense in living
    When you’re living on demand.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    chinkelly’s Poems (20)

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    The Voice of Reason 0
    Forever New 1
    The Master's Hand 0
    Once Upon a Time 1
    The Good Life 1
    The Inner Circle 0
    Only With You 0
    Take Me Down 0
    King For a Moment 0
    Chasing the Dragon 0
    Balancing on Planet Earth 3
    Just A Little Further 0
    An Ordinary Man 1
    Don't Deny Yourself 1
    Somebody's Hero 2
    Genocide 1
    A Beautiful World 0
    All That I Have Known 0
    Dark Horizons 1
    Fashion Statement 1