Myself

I am only okay Until I’m not okay And then I’m really not It’s just myself Talking to myself About myself There is a part of me That is unfamiliar to myself And I keep finding myself there And nothing can get me away

Dogs

Two types there are, Holding the lines. Seemingly similar, One little divide. Appearances; fearing.  Actions; mirroring. One barks his warning, Out into the night. The other responds. The challenge? A fight. Stone smashes rock, Teeth crushes bone. All along the watchtower, Deep baying groaned. Regardless which returns, The same shall they be. Harboring inside, The …

Man

A mountain does stand A mountain A man Its roots run deep The vastness of its depths Its keep Head in the clouds Rising tall Proud Caves unexplored Dark secrets stored Where things are hidden Entry forbidden All seasons Wrapped into one An avalanche begun From snowflake falls A rocky edifice No place to grip …

Yalu

As the fire burns through the field, They moved north over the land. In the treacherous mountains that would not yield, They still felt victory close at hand. In never never land where time stands still, The tide swelling it secretly crept in. And like a storm breaking they crashed on the hills. A bugle …