Missed Calls

What is, was. What was, will be. What will be has been.

The journey persists. But this time the turbulence a bit calmer with each ticking tock. Through the phases aboard the trucks, vessels, and planes, the heap still grows, but with options this time. But a catch remains, criticality is a matter. Practice made perfect yes, but still did not manage to perfect the moves to practice. Levels keep changing, Smiles, the proverbial simple triggers to a brighter morning filled with dews that make the next step a bit doubtful. The cringe forms down below the stomach as each side tries to find more recognition to prove their side of the story. with the dosage increased according to the projection of the battle ahead.

Where the writing seemed faint before beginning to be visible. Sometimes a unique move never thought of but seen before comes in handy. Fantasies thought of in future tenses now for reference onto the next.

The introduction reopens as the urge beckons a fresh coat of paint. What beckons is sometimes a wishful dare rather than a scary endeavor. The monk was right, said the priest, and the sheik approved in the presence of the rabbi to make a tradition. All the stars aligned to lead toward the Manger perhaps? The end of the maze is now a visible site as the artisans skillfully fill in the cracks to rebuild. It makes sense, ...mmhm sometimes though not as expected, each pace is a lesson and a blessing in kind. You learn that God stays the same all through the seasons as each dawn a present to begin again. It is in our menu on how we want to spend on the price tag. A groove through the once dirges becomes a moment of celebration of life rather than a bitter end.

The nightmares not so scary anymore. Worthy stripes earned with satisfaction. The battle rages on. The journey keeps restarting. But Faith keeps improving to tame an overwhelming ego.....sometimes.

The man in the mirror said to concur," This too shall pass. Keep the Faith."

Man must sin. Man must scene. To know the known and discover the unknown through a path only for him alone,

His voice will tremble in the gallows but none will hear as his only shadows are to make sense amid the chaos

The temptation to wield might overwhelm that which seeks to shield as the chaos seems to provide no option for an alternative

The brevity will only be accepted not with a wordy explanation but through the visible scars that reveal the warrior from deep within as each moment passes

The will be broken to pieces only a recreation can remodel into a complete set up after sometime

The answers will not always be in favor, as some laughs might rapture the wounds, or tears might heal and renew to fortify

Each battle cry will have significance to the bearer to accept the consequences of their choices regardless of the intentions

The price for the prize shall always be the point of reference in the journey to seek each present of the days

Torn boots and tattered armor only a testament to the torment of revealing a beautiful diamond in time to be or not to be...