Let it seep in
the voice about my skin
when I lost your ears
my scars began to sing

Poured measured and forged
mistakes debates
fears and many years
Son of a Son to a Son
tempered
to remember
assembled
never
dismembered.
I am the blacksmith
you are the sword
a father not your lord
God plexed tenacity
steel tempered capacity
every boy deserves favour
my time is gone
be bold stay strong
love ad's character to labour.

Your words are your song
They rest on the moon
To some its done off key but you sing it loud and proud
Some in the car and some in tbe shower
They never lose their power
Look to the sky
Deep in your heart
Examine the stars
Eclipse

If we might have a second chance
to live the days once more,
and rectify mistakes we've made
to even up the score.

If we might have a second chance
to use the knowledge gained,
as fine as God ordained.

Though we can't retrace our steps
however stands the score,

tomorrow brings another chance
to try once more.

✌️&1❤️.

Belly burns with many inferno's inside.
Charred screams and shrieks
of rage.
Ancient noise travels up from
the soul's deep cage.
It may be time to burn that page.
That within the deepest, primal
moans of ecstasy.
My long chained arms fling free,
as the profuse pump of life proceeds to seize.
My mind is now a sweet swarm
of gentle jasmine breezes.
Veins vibrate inner peace.
To desire nothing,
to have no need
Just a greed for great tranquility.