Daily dealings. Stand and Fight or let them go?
Being trained to fight admist the battle?
Better late than never. 
Efforts persevere against the enemies - against our misdirected friends as well so let the spirits segregate them.
My bones are weary in this sixth damned decade of effort.
Some days all I lift is the shield.
My sword is good for balance. Brain and muscles need a longer morning nowadays and self-image isn't always the image I need.
Hermits are intellegent. Yet I must ever learn just how my comrades progressed in their daily dealings with each other.
Some sick warriors drop the A-Bomb way too soon.
Others kneel too soon. And other desperate souls deny the battle all together or they think they put themselves above it. 
To feel truly alive, the battle must be fought.
When I imagine the results of entering battle unprepared and naked as a nightmare, then the time it takes to hammer out a sword and shield seems minor.
The battles are about boundaries: my will; my feelings; my time; my opinion; my honor; my lover; my integrity; my neighbor taking advantage of my kindness; a bullet finding me then, for years, being disrespected by blind bystanders; being taught to abuse animals; being taught to accept abuse; friend or family being messed over.
GET OUT OF MY WAY!
GET OUT OF MY WAY!
I've a dragon to slay! 
Because I'm blind to many things the dragon may be you!
Blind men may do what the sighted are blind to.
Swords!
There is no war to win but the battles must be fought!
Stand at my back and be there now!
When I stand at yours and you emerge a new man, as successful warriors do, we will feast to our brotherhood and parade until our voices weaken and we dance no longer to our bonfire's joyous pulse.

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