The Smell of Warfare

Was welcomed into the dark cloud
resting on the mountaintop.
For war and unlikely failure.
The unwillingness to give up
protects against the loss from
The one who breathes surrender.

Stoop to the Ground and See the Daffodils

Dance to the beat of the daffodils upon the blades of grass.
Through the wind escaping from the valley.
They move solely to soak in the sun,
Growing them into a song and dance.
Picked by two lovers on a summers day.
Placed in the space behind the ear,
Camouflaged within her hair.
Traveling seeing the whole land.
Planted in the garden at home,
Sinking the roots down to grow another choir.
Spring up to sing a perfect harmony.
Tuning to the Autumn breeze.
Unifying all who has a chance to stop and ponder on certain things.
Thus become distracted and embraced,
By the smell of those dancing daffodils.

A Father's Role

Out of nowhere you say hello,
And expect me to converse it back.
I feel lost and told your job is to keep my life on track.
Your there for me,
Yet only when a punishment is needed.
Like a king of his castle, on the thrown you are seated.
I seek some sign that you see me as a human being.
I need a man of an example.
It's too late though,
So don't worry about me or my beliefs.
Just don't try to pry in my life and see how I do things.
You say sorry that my childhood was neglected,
But that is only a phrase to get a foothold on my weak spot and control me.
I say no. Stay back as before and lead the followers.
I owned no nights of catch,
and I express it solemnly.
My eyes did not taste the lights of a stadium.
You say in a tone do your work or there will be regret,
But how does that help me in the real world.
Left in the middle of the ocean without a compass.
Do not try to teach me to use your faulty one now.
I use the stars for they never fail.
I learned these choppy waters.
Knowing where to go and where to stay from.
Money is not the solution to all,
Despite of how you feel.
That love you have for Mr. Benjamin is created and not real.
I'd rather love a sweet young woman,
And when I grow old she will still be there for me.
Not like that green between a you and a real relationship.
I said I need a man of an example someone other than you,
But I can use you as an example of what not to do.
And for that I'm thankful and deeply grieved,
That you couldn't express it to yourself.

The Hive Will Sleep In Turn

Like a bee in the honey nest,
Stopping my low buzz to rest.
With ease and without sorrow,
Waiting to wake to another tomorrow.