Nights for Knights

Shine.
Your armor glows,
For fear of failing light.
When nights draw cold,
And growth sprouts fear,
May they know
They stand
As one.
For brotherhood stands the test of time.
Like each bright light floats in the sky,
The guarantee that each may fly.
Eternal strength they draw from near,
Stand tall young brothers and grow,
The strongest oak must face the wind,
And rain.
Know for one these are true,
My words,
My need for each of you.

Guise.

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The Linguist 

His powers are the subtle kind, gifts of literary gold. Expressions splashed in ink across the old papyrus scrolls. 

Predetermined talent rushing through his veins, or skills with which he only gained how and when he trains. 

This superhero’s nemesis goes by writers block, the nasty and obtrusive villain who lives within the man. An everlasting battle for the right to share a mind, but battles are only temporary and fleeting all the time. 

A dedication to himself to fight for what is real, and break what is prescribed for all with letters sitting still. 

End goal unclear, but direction less so, our hero soldiers on, to find the answer to his own unfinished epic song. A sonet here, a theory there and words to fill a cabinet, he will not ever lock his gift, with this in stones, he’s set. 

Guise. 

Useless

In our world where technology advances at once inconceivable rates, the skills that were once cherished for necessity, have become somewhat of a distant memory. 

There were times when we worked the land, built our own homes with our own hands, baked our own bread, fixed our own problems and so on. Whilst our advancing technology has been such an unimaginable benefit to making life easy, I often find myself simply distracted by it. 

Distracted to a point where I wonder why I can’t build something for myself, or in a way which withholds me from more practical human pursuits. And it makes me think, what are we all going to do with our time, when there are no more jobs to be done by people. When sitting at my desk job becomes a faded reality, and there is no longer any profit to be made because all goods and services are performed by the animated inanimate. 

How do we feel about a world of steel and silicon which we move towards?

I feel somewhat useless. 

Guise. 

Mother

Endless, unwavering love, 

Giver of life, 

Feeding from the spring of existence. 

Dreams made capable, 

Power beholding, 

Your grace and love a pillow on the dreary bed of days. 

Worthless words, 

Juxtaposed, 

Your deeds,  too great for words to know. 

My endless love, 

And gratitude, 

To you, sweet nurturer. 

Guise. 

To Share in Love 

To give yourself to someone else, 

Is a worthwhile pursuit for our own self. 

A sense of value we shall feel, 

In loving unconditionally. 

But selfish intents are not the limit, 

For what this can create in bit. 

Our actions affect those for whom we project, 

A love, or care, we hope will protect, 

These special beings from hard roads trekked. 

But love, oh love is less and more, 

Of what these thoughts do share. 

To give oneself to someone else,

Is all for one and one for all. 

To love and explore life’s treacherous paths,

In the company of our dearest,

Is a human experience, raw and true, 

A gift for us, just me and you. 

Guise. 

Unicorns 

You can’t cage a unicorn. 

A very wise man once told me, everyone that comes into our lives is a challenge, one with learning to come from it. This stuck with me from that moment, because it rung true with what I had believed about people in my life for a long time. 

It was 7 months ago when I made a decision in my life which was not about money, but about acknowledging that as eager as I was (am), I wasn’t ready for what I wanted to be ready for. I rejected an opportunity to be someone bigger, someone more important. 

At the time I thought I had made the decision to allow myself to grow in a professional sense, I didn’t know that what I was looking for was personal guidance and growth. Demons I had hidden and thought to forget, conversations I refused to have with myself and loved ones. 

It was that decision which led me to find a unicorn. One of those overachieving,over-the-top, good at everything they do, destined for greatness kinds of people. A unicorn. One who with unruly persistence, human understanding and fortitude to bring it to the forefront, helped me find that personal growth I needed. 

But unfortunately, you can’t cage a unicorn. If you meet one, you have to know that they are fleeting, can’t be tied down, always on to the next thing. And for all the good they can do for you,you have to accept that for them, they need to move.

 So thank you. For everything. You’ll always have my gratitude, and my friendship. 
Good luck. 

Guise. 

Waste No Fortune

The autumn warmth of an Aussie sun, 

On such a familiar date, 

Radiating piercing heat, 

It’s holidays down under, mate. 

A time of family and food to spare, 

Of gluttonous sugar overload, 

Unjust to those with plates so bare, 

Altruistic intentions untold. 

This visit is a short one as,

I must make haste and return, 

To time spent with those I love, 

Be grateful for the fortune I 

Am lucky to have been given. 

Guise.