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gladiator
January 2009 
Gladiator
shwartzman
Gladiator
The gladiator is strong,he fights for all that is right, his sword of love slices through the evil for
What is true is what is just and as your mission continues the skies invite your soul to soar.
At night you travel and come back to me.... we blend our souls energy
The gladiator is sad, he can't understand this world, how can he make it right, never give up on the fight
He stands before his God and offers all his love, for service is his key to restoring the sanity
Do you remember the times I touched your soul, brushing up against you....it felt just like a breeze, it was a knowing.
I have never left you... you just see but I am here
The Gladiator has passion as he strives to meet the goals..and in becoming whole the shattered pieces remold into another vessel.
Walking through the golden fields, the wheat grass rolls into a sea of wonder alive and shining against the dark blue sky he remembers
from whence he came and in this vision he will never be the same.
P.S This is a poem my friend Hummingbirdjewel wrote for me.Thanx.
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That's wonderful. Thanks for sharing it.
Keep up the good fight!
Blessings, David
The gladiator was a slave who died a dog's death in the arena for the enjoyment of a sick society. An animal raised for slaughter. In reality, not too romatic a thing.
…..so now if i win we selebrate..i have to know that someone will barry my dead corpse..or plug the life support out…