Ode to Love

Paddling a stroke Conceivability pared We have many moves With a single move Where you are is changed by us Echoing Armor We Are Not The Same An acknowledgement made real In holy maelstrom So we make one move Flipping coin in space between Pi is sent and real Imaginary An ocean of π entry In periphery  When energizing A light based reality SuperpositSelf On The Sea Of Tao Bardic Cage And Armor Same  Balance can be found So the bird returns Aligning spirits with verse  "Now what shall we do?"

So at the end of a long and costly trip, something new popped up on the message board. "Tao Believed." "A new thing!" I chirp immediately with childlike exuberance. It came across in the channel reserved for telling truths. The complexity of the thought that a comprehensive belief system could do something of this kind is amazing.  "I wish that were true." As a kind of reinforcement my wish accompanies the statement off into the ether and the night concludes. 

If it is unclear These words are under duress  By blood soaked hand writ Under each knuckle Already weathered past pain Pained past fair reason What reasons have you?  You who claim part in species Now under trial?  Trial for murder Bear witness against yourself Your complacency  Your careless judging Heaps so much more against you Than I ever could/would Why listen to me?  Your own words are dressed to judge And they will do so.  Do you claim belief?  No belief will claim you here It's what you can prove. You'll find these words fair Even if it is through tears  And gnashing of teeth.

"Would you like to start over?" The Demon of God asks, without bias, in the midst of our task. I consider her words, and realize that I am neutral regarding the outcome. This sets me at ease. I find myself considering again, this time beginning from a position of ease, and feel a slight breeze through the thought corridor. Then I feel that breeze for what it is: internal and beneath the level of what I typically consider choice and tangibly real on this level. "An excellent point. Where did the breeze come from?" Our words muddle as I realize that she is in both those channels and these, in terms of imagined or overheard conversations, so ego specificity and filling in context for what I was referencing are unnecessary. "It is the natural inclination that exists, despite any attempt to remove or neutralize it. It is the inverse of The Final Bip~ The Bip of Imbalance." "Self is then the condensing of this effect. 'I am more truly here than there...

Role most difficult Marooned for eternity As it feels I've been When weight is too much Remember I've felt this too  We will- we must- win May sins be absolved  By the waves which buffeted Before we set sail Distribute blessings More liberally than fair But to each his own I will not regret My choice in our leadership Nor destination The heart of our aim Is The Bard's Clock found ticking When Stench of War clears So first clothe yourself Then clothe and outfit the crew Before knock recodes So that we may sit On our thrones, beaming with pride  When page finally turns

Justice in the sound Help me always keep in mind Our shared artist's hearts Pride fills our ship's decks Energizing the whole crew Souls unshakeable Feet still for dancing Our enemies' morale fails Seeing ours so high "Some gather, some burn All lesson of harvest learn ~Some will retain it." So pillar erects Central corridor well manned "We will all stay here." When garment unthreads Night takes us all separate ways Our tactics supreme You can lead the way When they're falling at your feet Be kind, if you can When time comes may we Be in the mood for banter And something to sing\eat

Just in The Moment In that pain I wish were not May you be sleeping Inured to the noise Name never to be blotted For your robe is white For this time between Know I need and have needed Help finishing deeds My heart grows weary Misunderstood for so long As if my whole life When "6 years" was said It was like all 8 unlinked Silver fell to floor When my storm rages  It is more your choice than mine  If and when we part There is more to do  Cabin door remains unlocked Even as I write  You are acknowledged  Written in The Book of Life With Full Fountain Pen

Just as on the seas Images above, below Now coalesce here  Something like a dream May it be held in your eyes To those who challenge Acting as our face In a way unexpected Without jealousy Still, the sign remains A Subtle Blazing BlueFlame (Or chosen color)  "Look too close and see A question asked The Phoenix: Skewer or be crushed?" With weapons, we hold With solid decks and known flags We conquer the seas Dash like pottery Each heart harboring War's Rot Let shards decompose Then return unscathed The Morning Star's Mystery Made clear in your eyes

Shared softness aching  Until our enemies fall Growth is impeded A rage underneath There is a difference between Love and Advantage Take and let take  Love Advantage in Semantics Draw double-edged sword For loving victims  Means incinerating weeds When harvest time comes If lot is hated ~As I know I've sometimes felt~ Ask: "If not us, who?" I did not enlist  Yet this War darkens my door Just as it does yours So refresh with this:  May these words be like manna Food you know about/quite well May stone read plainly  As I have intended it. I am proud of you.

"Just a bit farther" "Until the end upcoming" "Not until sunset" Gaining Momentum Knowing their hearts rot with lies  Our sails unfurl One Bard's Coin flipping Kneeds through the entire batch Our feast rich indeed Let them self define How 10 days in prison feels They reap what they've sown We have served our time  Sidelined in our own stories For years upon years Those whitewashed wall flies Can eat the shit they offered While we sail away Dip under the waves Memory remains intact  Then "Not hurt at all" They cannot follow Instead shaking their fists as The Cornerstone Falls

Victorious, yes Yet somehow War wages on Something's left to learn It can't be Nothing And Random seems established  We need a new plan This land we have claimed So I send you to the seas To where we first met Keep persevering Don't tolerate the wicked Cut them down in stride May this Piece of Eight Be yours to tangibly hold Do not grow weary  Cross the line of Soul Budded Branch of Life in hand  Where your heart matters Watch War end with me Learn why we'll never go back Endure to the last How far was the fall?  Here on solid ground we count Handbreadths as we climb