Fewer things in life feel
As good as sharp steel
The power it beholds
With energy in every fold.
When the stone hits its mark
Every burr and nick removed
Ancient lines of pitted use
Tell stories no one can refute
To be used again ten thousand times
Steel and tool combined.
Tag: power
Our Daily Step (day 2433)
Ask yourself questions of thy soul:
Those of pith
That require no translation
When repeated backwards to the mind,
Those that break you down
To your very foundation
Whereby upon rebuilding
A new found power exists.
Are you inside enough?
Building virtue like an Olympian
Sweating breaks down the truth.
Ask these questions of thy soul
Until blood of our deepest toil
Stains the back of our lively dance,
And reverberates from the weight
Of our daily step.
Blurry Pictures (day 1579)
I’m sorry
I don’t know your mystery
As my endless powers
Magnify
Little corners of
Great entrapments
That circle fearlessly
Overhead
Banging into
A plethora
Of elbow sentences
And blurry pictures
That hover there
Opened to page 43
Vacant and Absent (day 1047)
Where you bled upon my bed,
I cut out and left to air.
Which I did not care!
No, I did not care.
Into the furthest mirror I did look
To find no other but reflection,
Which mattered to me because
I built the house upon flattery.
I’m perfection left uncovered,
Laid down without much affection.
Broken by a snake
And the absense of power.
Graceful Gestures (day 735)
Without gratification
What is effort
Want not what’s inside thou?
That reaches up and loves
Out from wings
Across flexed shoulders
High fleeting arches
And swooping
In graceful gestures
A ballet in space
Through my mind
About this land
Carrying delight
Future’s happy ending
And if laughter
Hits upon our open ears
Crawling out
From behind buttercups
Hiding away beyond
Sharp morning frost
We shall also reach
Extension of vertex
Temples of power
Strength in mind
Then so it shall be
Shared, you and me
An old oak tree
Wings about thee
A picnic
Of thoughts
Of exceptions
Of projections
Of imaginations
Power (day 599)
Witness my power as I push on the door
Hold tight to the wings as I soar through the air
Growling at the jungle that shuts out the stars
I roam free where I lay down my sword
Camp Not, Restless Soldier (day 255)
How can the passage of time lend its ear to the wonton desires
Further to the earnest soldier standing erect in check
Should the immovable objects be challenged to a dual?
Pierced like a bird-song, early in the morrow
Camp not, restless soldier
Push forth while thy still has the power
Four long nights I’ve waited by this step
Imagining every passing breath to come at last
Nay, just the cruel cruel glow of thou moon
Shines down as if mine own third eye
Camp not, restless soldier
Push forth wile thy still has the power
Enslaved by the cruel witch of this story
Set in stone; too young to hurt, much too old to die so tragic
Living in fear has increased thou arc
Set deep inside thy soul of consciousnesses cloud
Luck (day 22)
With one small jump
A leap of faith
Power held deep
Body; out from within
Grow, vote!
Signals of choice
Aura of voice
Dance in the streets
Aggravate the alchemist
With questions unheard
Inspire the creative
With voices unseen
A solo date
Ballad the masquerade
Carry the team
You. Me. Luck