Sunday, July 4, 2010


I don’t know about myself,
Question every step that’s taken
In security's insecurity,
tense, shaken, a trait mistaken
Mistaken for weakness,
shows ne're a sound,
make not a sign
Stand tall,
protect the white,
soft underbelly
where fates resign
Guard,
defend,
loins girded,
hiding deep
in blackened shadow
Cards to chest,
Swords,
light reflecting,
polished ,
sharpenned blades,
held at ready,
prepared for battle
that looms and lurks
out the door,
emotions enter
killing floors
Strange,
every moment,
life lived,
and every day
that holds in store
A quiet comfort,
to know thyself,
to be this man,
forever more.