Tuesday, April 1, 2025
Mind endures a bit
In boundless dark, where voids expand,
The fragile mind makes its stand.
A spark of thought in endless night,
Holding firm to fleeting light.
Through shifting tides and cosmic gales,
The mind prevails where chaos trails.
A rhythmic weave, the strands align,
A fleeting order, near divine.
Monday, March 31, 2025
Hero time
The sun-kissed spear, for glory's bright acclaim,
Then civic steel, for empire's steady frame.
A holy sword, where pious purpose shone,
Then reason's torch, where seeds of knowledge sown.
The human heart, that learned to break and bend,
Where justice's voice, did rise and fiercely send.
Now fractured forms, in stories spun anew,
Where common souls, find strength to see us through.
From god-like might, to every weary stride,
The hero's shape, where shifting meanings hide.
Through ages passed, and moments yet to be,
The spirit's dance, where courage sets us free.
Sunday, March 30, 2025
Reflection of Philosopher-Kings
Prisoners notice
Bars forged by lessons, welded with repetition.
Books whisper truths, their pages stacking into walls.
Keys hide in corners, their rattle unheard.
We are prisoners, too well-taught to escape.
Saturday, March 29, 2025
Scheme to pay
Through acts of care, we dare repair,
A world threadbare, yet love can flare.
The ripples share, in waters rare,
A kindness where no hearts despair.
Each tender prayer, a guiding heir,
To light the air, a hope we wear.
Friday, March 28, 2025
I know not
To see the sea,
And be what’ll be.
The more I flee,
The less I see.
Through mist and gleam,
Each step a dream.
A light, a stream,
The end supreme.
Thursday, March 27, 2025
Invested hour power
Time’s ticking talons tear through dawn,
Frenzied flutters, fleeting and forlorn.
Sow with purpose, for seconds don’t wait;
Misused youth seals an unyielding fate.
Wednesday, March 26, 2025
Tuesday, March 25, 2025
Scorch my nights
Upon the pallid night there burned,
A hundred wicks, their fates discerned,
Each flame a siren, softly singing,
To wings of gossamer, swiftly winging.
Oh, luring light! Oh, fatal glow!
Thy warmth belies the sting I know.
What sweetened doom dost thou bestow,
Upon the fragile moth laid low?
Yet still I’m drawn, though reason wanes,
To skies alit with scorching pains.
So many candles, time so fleet,
And shadows whisper of defeat.
Still, let me burn, and let me fly,
If but to taste the blazing sky.
For in my ruin, I have won -
To know the fire, before I'm gone.