Look upon the power,
Feel the motion,
Captured by the emotion.
The picturesque sky,
Shades of grey, dominate.
No opportunity to grow,
For the specks of blue.
Peer out upon the vista,
Of disinterested lights.
For a change,
It might just respond.
This involuntary timeline, filled with answers to questions we did not ask. A path which we may only view in hindsight, despite our attempts to illuminate the road ahead.
The journey is a long one, a trek we are not ready for. Nonetheless, we move. Step by step we propel forward, briefly glancing sideways as others pass us in all directions.
To proceed along this road, is to experience opportunity. To bask in the light of the stars and to feast upon the nourishment of our ancestors achievements, for to know this life, is to know the lives of those you’ve come before us. It coarses through our veins, and drives our inherent instincts.
Along this journey, we continue this process, writing history and learning lessons for the generations to come. Responsibility too great for our modern minds to fully appreciate. A responsibility, and a process, made all the more fulfilling to experience with another. Those we spend our days with, and those we spend our nights. Those around the corner, and those across the seas. That journey all the greater, when lived alongside others.
Misplaced by many; Each nature not private, On sleeves and in hearts. One searches, One finds, One is empowered. Embodied in the disheartened thrills, Each must empathise. For what meaning does passion unite? May it be accepted in order to belong; Socially acceptable behaviour. Not that one must be accepted, For passion thives greater within, Lust overpowers the patterns on ones sleeve, Desire and emotion create meaning for some, And crush others… Why? Simply passion drives. We must yet steer, But accept our own destinations.
Your armor glows,
For fear of failing light.
When nights draw cold,
And growth sprouts fear,
May they know
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,
Know for one these are true,
My need for each of you.