sails filled with wind

here we be open sea,

Angel's sails all ready!

decks spit 'n polished,

helm answers splendidly!

Harbinger Death fashioned in crucible,

light 'n deadly strikes true!

by our back sheathed,

in iron warmly-peacefully

like a sleeping dragon

awaiting moment unleashed!

dark clouds we pass,

ray of hope horizon grows,

this heart knows--- it be briefly

soon these sails must take,

seas shrouded in black uncertainly!

these hands have grown,

wheel we know keep straight 'n true

this Mind lighted by crucible,

we shed childhood's innocence

though we know certainly,

there be powers greater than we,

mind more knowledgeable,

strength far surer

with Will in greater abundance,

a nobility that surpasses,

a wisdom unwaivering,

we know what these Hands can do,

what this Heart is capable

what this Will, never surrender!

we know the folly of our darkness

this we carry far greater than

they “friends” we acknowledge

have recognized 'n voiced!

we know our crime!

what madness righteousness brings, eh?

these sails when our day is done

not to heaven's gates journey,

hell's burning gates there fall!

we pray fervently these sails

with wind fully filled

to those lands 'n seas journey!

this Ark carrying weapons:

cannons, swords, full armory

'n 'course Mighty Harbinger Death!

all resolute wielded strong and true!

missed a bullet

just missed a bullet today. funny, i was expecting worst things but there you go. it was almost bad.

so whats wrong? why can't we execute properly?

*points at the mountain of potential business* oh right can't discuss that (all those non-disclosure/non-compete agreements, that i wrote myself, funny how those things go)

ok its real money, as real as it can get--- at least just the one project that we killed several thousands of trees for to print out in volumes or the months of work near singlehandedly these hands made, thought, pondered, and considered and at the end of the day know that for all its hidden stuff--- will work.

then there are the other businesses--- all with huge market potential on others is not as huge as the mountain-project-thingy but real money enough potentially, if it can be made.

why won't it execute? what was missed? what little detail isn't on target? why are these avenues blocked?

thats the frustrating part--- how to diagnose the problem and resolve it!

the wright bros. failed, countless of times. abe lincoln lost several elections before becoming a US President. but they all tried, and continued to push forward.

its just so bloody frustrating when you know that something will work, but doesn't? does that make sense?

like the song goes, you pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over agin.

its the only thing we can do.

What Folly

dark clouds loom and thunder rages,
rain pours flood it brings,
what madness then unleashed?
only these eyes see,

myriad concerns challenge each morn,
clawing for attention, of resolution
even when friends a calling
respite that it should isn't,

all we see--- dark clouds n' thunder
rages blanketing these battlefields
troopers a plenty dead or weary,
respite what friends are isn't,

demands aplenty clawing away
unrelenting what madness this bring!

we prefer the quiet battles waged
in places people rarely see,
in campaigns these hands make
its lost or victories ours be,

not this industry healers
hide their true nature,
theives! liers! cheats!
And agents demand--!
how little they understand,

we prefer deed these hands
forged in loss or victory steer,
what grand design!
not even a noble venture!

we can always wish,
if it be true? why not?
if it be false, is it such loss?

of course for Her this isn't penned
for Her who is special,
She be neither problem nor disaster,
She be like warm sunshine after a storm,

too early to say what role she'd play if any,
we have hope--- all there is time will tell,

yet these storms are not for Her to see,
these battles are not Hers to wage,
not Hers know, She has her own
to shatter and over come!

i will not rob Her of things She must do,
and all i can offer is a hand to hold,
see what folly wisdom brings?

dark clouds fill Heaven 'n thunder rages,
rain pours flood it brings,
what madness then unleashed?
only these eyes see