man of peace (at war), new song

no ribbon around an oak tree
no candle in the window
no weeping virgin by
the sea wasting her prayers for me

man of peace at war

no homecoming
no victory parade
just an unfinished pine box
in an unmarked grave…

I’ll be the reason you lock your door
I’ll be the reason you cry for more
I’ll be the reason you believe
in Karma and fate and hate…


a thought running

a whisper of a ripple, on a morning light laced stream, where wince the moonlight rested, and your dreams performed on an amphitheater of star lit night, as Orion kept eye, fading with the reposing lunar satellite, as the overture on early sunrise announces in such Wagnerian manners; it is the morning and we are free, I spoke to my canine companion

change: governor of causality

they say many things
will change your life
but your life is in and of life itself
and change is the one constant
so how can you change
that which is change:
much like the wind
it may be slight and calm;
cooling in summer heat,
it may be seemingly still
presenting the moment
in clarity of the hue,
yet it may be rushing
and cold, ever evident
of it’s being and nature;
change will always be
masked by minor relevance
carried by a greater causality
governed by that which
we try to find or that
of whom we deny

by one’s will, one will be

the objectivity is not just to be clean, but to find and face thyself without the cloak dark, mirage of smoke or the hiding of the depth of potent potables, for it ourselves that as well must find us and to be hidden from: that which is will be an illusion that which is to be will be illusive and that which was will all there will ever be.
by one’s will, one will be