“The Altruistic Verses of the Noble Path,
To Carry on Regardless of Your Peers,
Pressure or Circumstance…The Way
Of the Brave, of the Hero.”
A Guiding Voice
The Journey of a Year…
The Wayward Path…Uncertain and Unseen
Blindly travelled with Hope and
Despite Obstacles, Cling to Hope…
Despite the turmoils the struggles of doubt
And criticism…Cling to Hope…
Despite the Work, and the Goals that
Never end…Routine is the Carriage
And Desire its Fuel…
Once Upon a Time, the Carriage was led
By simple Honest Strength, Horses…
But the Horses are Pets now
And Machines and Cell Phones
Are the Blind New Mastermind locomotion.
Senses are Dull…
The Guiding Star retreats to Dreams…
Tell Me My Future. Will I Win this
Time, in this New Year?
There is Always Hope….
But Concentration is often dulled
By Tantrums. And Assumptions kill
Even the wisest minds.
How clever to assume…that road
Is always so bright, and full of mirrors.
The Freeze and drifts of Snow in
January is a good time to stand still…
All the time complaining could have been
Spent better improving, so much wasted time…
February shouts and treaties and tantrums…
But stars appear to Guide…
Eyes will look up…
New things will come if only the
Screaming would end.
If it doesn’t, Higher Powers will usher in
Silence…and not by the menace of
The Spring Thaw…The Bright Chance…
Embrace the Cold, Embrace the Rest…
Dream and Inspire.
A Year Ago, 10 years Ago…20…
The Long Spirit of Hope, not the
Blind Anger, Not the Tantrum’s Rage,
And Not the Sore Losers Misery wins…
But to the Long Spirit of Hope Belongs
The Victory…That Voice has been
Overlooked Far too long. That’s the One
That Shines the Brightest in the New Year.
That is the New Year’s Pilot.
Trumpets to the Long-Lost Spirit of
Old Hopes and Dreams. May You Shine
And Be the Victorious in 2018 and From Now On.