Balance of time slights the recurring vigil
Country's pride gleans the depleting residual
Annual tears water the artifices above manicured ground
Unextinguished pyre of tinseled youth still seethes 'neath clodded mound
The drum roll of spent days serenade each, muted mime
As ceremonial taps grant ingratiated minds trite stime
Into heroic feats rendered in soldiers' splintered prime
Human shadows hover in the solace of peace sublime
Sodden warriors' token sacrifice remains layered in lime
Sentient wreaths shroud shallower graves
Each, calcified bone now jading memory's slave
Stoic crosses reincarnate the souls of the fallen brave
Devoted progeny patriotic reserves from depleted fibers shave
Categories:
clodded, dedication,
Form: Rhyme
This world is spread out all over the place
Countries and people, each different face.
Some of us fit, some of us can't
So we judge and we cry
We scream and we rant.
You have to accept this reality
Do you let the haters strip your sensuality?
Or do you stand firm, two feet on the ground
Kill them with kindness and love what's around.
The streets are ugly with insecure beasts
Don't act like a demon, act like a priest.
Achieve real wisdom at times when your prodded
Instead of letting your insides feel clodded.
Look in the mirror, stare at your face
Who do you see, don't run the same race.
Judgment won't end, so just be at peace
Don't fight fire with fire and it will cease.
Categories:
clodded, inspirationalfire, fire,
Form: Rhyme