Value

Opalescence,
essence of being well.
Rays of hope in the darkness,
Oasis in the desert,
calm in chaos,
peace in war.

Life is a slow sinking,
into the dirt.
But sometimes
there are moments,
moments of rising,
moments of raidience,
moments when life is good.

Mendoza Line

Homerun!

after homerun

after homerun

after homerun

but you’re down

1000-1.

Hit as you will

and smash with all skill,

as that ball leaves the park

you are behind

still.

And what else is there

but to keep hitting it all

for goals are not more

than a well thrown base ball.  

keep playing young man

there’s not another chance

don’t hang your head defeated

advance advance advance!!!! 

Cold path forward

He was feeling strange,

a risk taken,

old friends outgrown.

Now he's alone.

He chose to be a stranger,

traveling by night,

casting aside his friends

who would not leave the light.

But stars are cold,

pitiless,

and harsh.

the warmth of old comrades,

fades beneath their light,

on the dangerous midnight trail.

And,

he wished for the ones he loved,

who’s warmth didn’t depend upon the weather,

but they were gone.

He left them behind to chase stars in the night.

Warrior's way (needs editing)

Poetry log

A messy kill

Crowing over defeated friends,

who battled gamely too the end.

The warrior bleeds triumphant free, 

casting aside his astringent allies of the past.

His progress is littered,

with the bones of brothers.

Long forgotten friends and foes,

have faded to facimile

as he sought air to freely breathe,

not just solely for his lungs to love,

but for his dependent progeny.

He knows his sweet success

sits bitter in other men’s mouths.

Sometimes it sits bitter in his own,

tasting acrid like betrayal and

loyalty lost to pride and greed.

He knows it isn’t true,

to every ally he has been true.

But fate is cruel it twists a man,

and it can twist him till he fights his clan.

so with solemn heart and loathing

of action,

he fights them, 

wins

and crows,

then sighs.

then looks into the eyes

of his wife,

his child,

and wonders what God would force

his children to compete

for the scarce resources

everyone needs to survive, thrive

and turn the seed,

into something beautiful.

Then he girds his loins,

prepares again,

to battle all those who would dare

to try and take the spoils he won

for those he loves to grow upon.