Time

As surely as the plow
tears through the soil-
uprooting
disrupting
furrowing
preparing the field 
for cultivation....
time just as surely
plows through our lives-
birth
growth
death
leaving its mark
on generations.

Honor

Freedom is the heritage of our nation.
Life is the legacy of our ancestors.
But honor is the patrimony of the soul,
And the soul is a gift from God alone.

Dark stars drown out
the music of sirens,
snare drum crack
of a pistol,
children screaming 
in the night.
I will suffer through your prayer.
I will listen, but only 
drown out the heavy-metal
screams of a dying society.
I will listen,
and watch the dark stars grow.

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The birds of sunlight all have flown
the mend that twilight's threads have sewn
binds day to night, soft blend eternal
the darkened, dreamlike shift diurnal.

Yet one remains, the golden flower
that flutters westward with the hour
streaks of amber, mellowed, aging
darkness conquers, midnight raging.

Shadows steal from beds obscure 
to taunt and trick and then to lure,
westbound winds with icy fingers
reach to capture all who linger.

I turn to him
As i can no longer bear
His eyes burning the back of my head
My eyes show question marks
But in my face is a smile
I know him, I think to myself
But as I look into those beautiful eyes
I panic
For I know a lot
But question all