Choices

I…..Feel it

I Feel it pounding, not unlike a heartbeat, this

Strange and knowing feeling, driving me, driving my soul

I…..Feel it

Striking my mind, berating my soul, saying

Why, why are you not he you wish to be

I…..Control it

I am who I choose to be I scream, the past

Screams…..saying, you lie, you are what needs to be

I…..Refute it

I alone create reflection

I alone strike the match

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The Gnomic Father

Father of mine, with your absent care

Words unexpressed are heard nonetheless

He spake hardly at all, but showed the world

Forming a bedrock of character for all to see but not hear

 

Expressed simply by sweat of brow, self-improvement is never time wasted

Callused hands working slow, care of a home matters

Unflattering activities put to test, relationships take work

Stony glare to soft pats, parenting requires all

Shadowed eyes at no suns rise, don’t waste your day

Shake hands and keep it straight, respect given freely unless cause not to

Help those when it is no large detriment, community after self

Long drives with teary eyes, family matters most of all

 

A father’s job isn’t and shouldn’t be easy, it’s a commitment to localized posterity

Spoken word is cheap and fast, only the body shows truth

A man’s soul is non-transferrable, but lessons forge a stronger spirit

Scars and slides will abide, the father’s test of man

 

An inner eye be not memory say I, say I

But a longitudinal wave stretching forth its monstrous hand

Memories are repetitive say I, say I

You end your life the same as you began

 

Fate has claim to us all say I, say I

Noone has choice on family born into, nor circumstances at that

Life is predetermined say I, say I

Changes made tend to revert, the soul grows fat

 

The greater romantic lives within us say All, say All

You can be anything, except what you can’t

Evil is simplified projections say All, say All

Those in the light tend to twist and slant

 

You are who you choose to be say None, say None

Arrogance slides to confidence as you become a man

Slip the cloak and ride the wave say Few……say Few

You’re remembered best for what you don’t plan