Who will care for the strong
Who will be brave for the stoic
Who cries the tears for those who forsake them?
Notions of love are the nebulous apex where time ceases to exist
What has material value or when finite definition escapes possibility
Everything is nothing and nothing is everything
A cruel duality where what matters, does not matter
Metaphors of forevermore matter not to forever-now
A reckless abandon for fear
A zeal for fulfillment
Beauty in the essence of intimate connectivity
An aspiration of duty and honor beyond fear
A requiem for the strong of heart & mind
A sonnet for their valor
Where their souls exist few may know
Void of comparison, unequaled
Vows of rarity, fragile tapestries of threads that bind
None the less, more or less
Soliloquies of timeless persistence
Resounding macabre apparitions
Silhouettes of cascading stars
Forever a labyrinth abyss of solitude
Who will care for the strong
Who will be brave for the stoic
Who knows their frailty and loves…
Their heartache untold, never truly expressed
What more can you ask of them when they have and will give everything
What more can the somber stoics give…
What do they need, what have we given them?
Will you provide them tears, will you wipe their magnitude
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
Who will care for the strong
Who will be brave for the stoic
Who cries the tears for those who forsake them?
Notions of love are the nebulous apex where time ceases to exist
What has material value or when finite definition escapes possibility
Everything is nothing and nothing is everything
A cruel duality where what matters, does not matter
Metaphors of forevermore matter not to forever-now
A reckless abandon for fear
A zeal for fulfillment
Beauty in the essence of intimate connectivity
An aspiration of duty and honor beyond fear
A requiem for the strong of heart & mind
A sonnet for their valor
Where their souls exist few may know
Void of comparison, unequaled
Vows of rarity, fragile tapestries of threads that bind
None the less, more or less
Soliloquies of timeless persistence
Resounding macabre apparitions
Silhouettes of cascading stars
Forever a labyrinth abyss of solitude
Who will care for the strong
Who will be brave for the stoic
Who knows their frailty and loves…
Their heartache untold, never truly expressed
What more can you ask of them when they have and will give everything
What more can the somber stoics give…
What do they need, what have we given them?
Will you provide them tears, will you wipe their magnitude