The Radical?s Agony
Every man that walks would be better off blind
If all that is human remains locked up inside
Echoes of hatred and the muses they steal
If silence in hearts would never even feel
If the deaf could hear the first words you speak
The envy and madness vehemently adheres
Playing with souls and senseless fears
All to hide the slow fall of tears
Endlessly tire to please what is not there
You grow so weary you surrender
Let it move through your life
You have none left of fight
Until the moment you can never remember
Your darling wishes and sweetest scenes
When the shallow reigns supreme
In a world of fools and dreams
To live in disgrace just to save face
The time when the radical must die
For every moment that you decide
Never to listen to your soul?s cry
The Radical's Agony <Poem>
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The Radical's Agony <Poem>
A man is not a man until he has accessed his raw untamed energy and takes pleasure to his capacity to fight and defend himself. Only then can he transform his blind rage into power to commit himself, to handle tensions and to make difficult decisions. Inner security also develops. It is based on his realization that whatever goes wrong, he can get help from his inner resources, from the basic energy of his aggression.
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