Hi
Father
You will
always be
on top of the
pyramid. No one
will never ever sit on your
throne. All the glory is Yours
All songs of praise are Yours and
All honor and worship are given to You

Poetry is not about rhythm like the heartbeat of a baby
Neither about display of grandiose words from an old treasure chest
Poetry is not constructed by three pairs of spider's spinnerets
Neither made by sticky saliva of termites

It is a choice of a hand connected to the veins of the heart
It is a chance of finding a warm spot
It is a change of fate

Behind the extreme luster of pearl of the orient sea
tons of covenants, precedents, and laws
But why O' why I unfailingly see
the same *pathway to exiguity

You will never ever see me
if you close your eyes
You will never ever encounter me
if your heart is made out of ice

My *son, this thing must remember
that no matter what happens
I will always be here forever
who will love you and care for you
as your **FATHER