For every dream you held
Bite once the metal rod
For every life believing what you said
Tighten it
Tighten the screws to your head
For every night you slept
Soundly, oblivious
For every light you didn't know you held
Tighten it
Tighten the noose to your neck
If you dream
Past this point
No solace lies
See the face
Of honor
Twist into a knife
Incision
Precision
The external
Infernal force
Will leave you empty
Innards on the asphalt
Appalled and
Bleeding on the fault line
All night

What then happens to our Father?
For he suffers more than us.
He lost his lifelong partner,
In whom he dared to trust
That she would always be there
Devoted by his side
To share memories of their journey
A long well traveled ride.

Now she is gone before him
Not by her desire or choice.
In the jet trails and the flowers
Listen closely, hear her voice,
“Take care of your Father,
It’s not easy.  I should know.
But he loved me and he loves you too.
We were proud to watch you grow.”

“And now his family is all he has.
Along with memories fading fast.
He has but one more journey;
Joining me will be his last.
Love him with patience  humor grace
Look through my eyes and try to see
He always tried to do his best -
Love him as you love me.”
pwl 12/14

chaos has limits
honor: boundaries
what keeps them penned in is love

To arms! To arms! The battle calls
Stand up brave and loud in the light;
Rise to Valhalla at the fall.

Raise your arms, rush to the brawl,
Set your jaw firm for the fight.
To arms! To arms! The battle calls

Fade amidst the shouts of all
Young and old, try as they might
Rise to Valhalla at the fall.

Collapsing star, fiery thrall
Of destruction, burning bright –
To arms! To arms! The battle calls

Last words in the ****** hall;
Doing what he thought was right.
Rise to Valhalla at the fall.

You, my son, no more in life’s drawl
Fell from that brave black hallowed height:
To arms! To arms! The battle calls –
Rise to Valhalla at the fall.

Where may guile walk
But within the hour of deception?

Where may cunning awaken
But at the dawn of deceit?

The insincere accumulation
Wealth gained without merit
Avarice for advancement
Family name for hubris
Honor for shame
Tradition for currency
Legacy for advantage
Word for reputation

Not born of shrewd duplicity
But fired by the weakness
Of man
In desperation
To elevate his own life
Above that of his mortality
And his fear
Of dying alone
With no mark
Or memory preserved

At last He is the pivot of my vision
For whom; you have become an example
O’ My Mother!
For whom; Toor was decorated as stage
For whom; there is no use of sleep and or tiresome
For whom; who have power of control of universe
And who is most Merciful and Beneficent
Who! exists before and after the time
His Honor of love that you are selected
As your motherly feelings and you are matchless in the world
I have listened to a call of Unseen Eternal Voice
“I used to love my human not less than seventy mothers”