A day, a week and a year do I look at me and see thee….
I once grew tired of discussions this year, stopping all
communication for a day, then a week, now a year. The Poems and Prose left
undone.
Of War…..
How can one say a simple truth,
If I should post an image of a lady, many would be the
happy.
If I were to say a poem, of achievement or of desire, many
would be pleased.
If I told a tell of sorrow, many would read and wish for my
morrow.
I was told once to live to be like other men, strong and
full of life,
I was sown the warrior way, clean and ready for any day,
hammered steal was my way.
I was in the lead sworn to cease the day, I could not turn
from the strife.
I turn and looked to the fields; there saw the carnage and
the dismay for all those who did there lay, bloody and bent a twisted scene,
limbs torn pieces of what was once life.
Someone once said, there is wisdom in the viewing.
So to the lands did I go, setting perching a top a mountain,
there did I see the birds of flight, and the little critters with more might,
down to the sea did the river flow, carrying me and my carnage to the sea, upon
some shore there did I come to rest. For even the foam did the color set, there
did the blood soak into the sand there did it escape from the viewing.
Someone once said, there is strength in love.
Beyond the desire to breed did I begin to see, the fear in
the eyes of those who could hold to the story fore told, deep within the
passion of love did the warrior find a child so kind,
There did beauty dance with the sounds of a simple tear,
there did the history offer the Dove.
I was told to lead, to give to another what you have.
The ring of achievement, the value of earn, to some that is
the need of the learn.
The steward of life, a value of love, to some they need to
find the Dove.
The view you are choosing is the story untold.
From Nation to God has the last war begun.
What you desire in an image is untruth, no look of love, of
passion, nor of desire, can cure the war desire.
A simple truth;
Life will only give you what you seek, no longer can you be
so meek,
For the security you seek is neither in a boarder nor a land
a far,
No is the reason of all those scars, to be placed on a God,
For no host can not be made to the ghost.
Of self does come…
Envy
I live in a world riddled with envy. To a greater or lesser degree, I see
everyone infected with it. From this defect I must surely get a warped yet
definite satisfaction. Else why would I consume so much of my time wishing for
what I have not or angrily looking for attributes I shall never have.
Of Wisdom…
I am but a child.
I am learning to walk, and so soon run.
To see the many things in life I want so much to see,
I will need your help even though I will not ask.
Teach me the things I need, so that I may walk down the path I so choose.
Fear for me, for I will not, the bumps, the scratches and cuts, I am sure to do
again.
Stay your expectations of me; for I am full of my own, I will trade them for a
simple hug, a simple smile, or a kind word.
Above all, help me to be, that what I am. I am but a child.
Chas 12-21-14