“Red lines are beautiful, and telling.”
Where I draw my ruby red line
as defined
and dictated by what I
believe I stand for
will not be altered easily
nor re-inscribed
or hastily rewritten
when challenged or inconvenient.
This line of blood extends my heart
and offers others a clear demarc
on what’s my sacred, what’s profane,
my status quo and what’s insane.
It signals “stop” to those who tread
too carelessly amongst my dead,
my simple treasures, daily bread,
my god, my demons and that’s nuff said.
I will not hide my red lifeline,
even if its hue
is quite unfashionable
or questionable
taste to those who’ve painted theirs
another shade of
wasted paint.
When lines will cross, they often do,
sometimes battles will ensue
for lines, like blades,
work best
unsheathed.
And that’s just fine.
So brandish it, my recommend,
for rattled sabers do not rust,
and trust in time your line will find
other’s lines likewise sublime.
