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THE STALLION
FREEDOM'S free through clouds of smoke, in hoofs that pounding fly,
Flying fast on dusted clouds ~ mounting to the sky;
Thrusting forth in blackened sheen, leaping rock & fence,
Ending at the peaks so high ~ in ROYAL MAGNIFICENCE!
Is this a horse or leg~ged god that leaps the landscape so?
Is this a horse or wing~ed sprite that to OLYMPUS go?
Nay, I say, a steed it be~ though god-like does it spray...
Itself upon our land so fine, that some to it do pray!
[Oh to be like FREEDOM ~ free! and with our legs could fly~
Oh to be like FREEDOM ~ free~! The Stallion of the Sky!]
"Breed with me you STALLION ~ be my heart's desire...
Breed with me you STALLION ~ catch my soul on fire!"
Are we not but dismal dames, looking for the POWER?
Are we not but feeble souls, groping for the TOWER?
And where is all this POWER~ but in the 'POTENT-MALE'
Unfettered by convention, creating winds & gale...
So if we could but seize upon the symbol of our FATE,
What better STEED to seize upon ~ to lead our future 'STATE'?!?
byron lebeau
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THE STALLIONS OF THE FATHER-SKY
The stallion ~ bridled ~ POWER BE
Harnessed in such symmetry~
He quakes the ground ~ unmeasured dust-
An AWESOME STEED is HE!!!
But then if matched in measure more...
The stallion's POWER gains GALORE!
So swiftly speed, their power BUSTS!
THE STEEDS OF STALLION FOUR!!!
Are not our souls so bridled: (MUST?)
Yet POWER lurks beneath in dust;
But like the stallions ~we would 'rust'
Unless to FREEDOM - THRUST!!!
This freedom that is due to YOU
Is only 'pardon' for 'A FEW',
Who would to shine ~ not like the dust
So LIBERTY ~ ensues....
[[They drove so hard ~ they broke their ropes
That held them back in power strokes:
They flew~so~fast...the EARTH-THEY-BUST!
That ALL-THEIR-CHAINS- were BROKE!!!]]
And so our souls are quite the same...
If FREEDOM be our destined fame...
So oil your lovin'-heart-no-rust
Will dust or bust YOUR name:
BUT RATHER: STALLION~STEEDS~WILL~REIGN!!!
byron lebeau
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