Resiliency and Reflection

Let the rivers run clear of the pious guiles,

To wash away all the besmirched ties,

Let's walk away from the previous scribes,

To simply avoid the hordes of visionless tribes.

Let's find a gibbering native with no blithe,

Cynic tongues give me no fruitful writhe.

For in the depths where resilience reigns,

Lives the truth that tomorrow brings.

While vile eloquence jabber for the tithe,

Long knives unsheathe, stab thru the night,

Flickers of hope drown in a reflective heart.

Snuffing out sparks, dimming the daylight.

I seek no medals or mirth in shallow streams,

Only the truth, that tattered, worn-out vest,

That pierces thru the mist of shattered dreams,

Agreeable to him who earns the river’s best.

When traders weave their phantom's tale,

In blossoming hopes, bleak despair thrives.

A haunting echo of labor perturbs not the brave.

Lies entwined in whispered deeds contrived.

But confidence and doubt in silence at odds abide,

Voices drown in rushing tides, silence reigns,

No solace in the currents where hopes collide,

No idle chatter, stained hands erode gains.

Hollow-stride cast nets for minds that cannot mend,

So, give me, not the fickle tides or echoes of laughter's sting,

From the stamped-out ashes, a spark still glows,

Inspiration, a tender pulse in the heart that always knows.