The tides of life sweep in and out,
with us swimming like many trout.
As the sea can bring fortune and pain,
so life equals every gain with some bane.
As one man sets off for his dreams,
another fills the world with his screams.
As one man triumphs over another,
so dies someone other's brother.
Fish swimming in Fate's strong current,
meeting all manner of ill deterrent.
Yet as one fish is pushed back along,
one salmon fights his fight, still strong.
The tides of life sweep in and out,
battering us like fisher's trout.
As the sea offers health and ill,
so Fate aids and kills our will.
© ~~ Paul
To be human is to be imperfect,
something any soul should know.
Yet it is not a type of defect,
just a marvel that nature shows.
In the waning twilight hours,
as I sat in field of flowers,
I looked about for the meaning,
in the moon's lovely gleaming.
Everything I do takes me near,
to that beautiful goal I hold,
that one wondrous thing I fear,
the one truth that can't be sold.
Destiny and lovely Fate,
Two excuses of ill hate,
yet vessels of all that's pretty,
arousing from all heart felt pity.
Is it wrong to seek the truth,
that ultimately beautiful reason,
to try and get it without ruth,
no matter how dark the season?
Everywhere I have been,
Everything I have seen,
has always been yet one more lie,
upon which so many still do die.
At the crossing bridge of my soul,
even as I look across this chasm,
I see this beautiful grassy knoll,
of wondrous things I cannot fathom.
Have I at last seen my final truth,
that beautiful thing without ruth,
in this place of simple beauty,
where honesty is all one's duty?
So long have I traversed this land,
looking for meaning in all I see,
yet in this beauty here at hand,
I see myself as who I can truly be.
© ~~ Paul
Many days long has the battle gone,
the fight oft lasting until the dawn,
while we all seek the one way out,
that true path we can never doubt.
In the end I have thus come,
To the place called by some,
Vigrid, the legendary eternal field,
Where brave souls shall never yield.
Against all thy foes have I fought,
and the greatest path I have sought,
to be rewarded with this last final glory,
even on such a wondrous field oh so gory.
Thus I have come to win,
While your soul did thus lose,
victory without any sin,
It was me that God did choose.
© ~~ Paul
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