Sand Dreams

A fatalistic drum.

A new hand

is known.

Memory flashes,

As you secure the perimeter

with the rush of battle

cunning

in revenge and self-discipline extreme,

a divine agenda

wrapped in

human aims where

strength and loyalty

for danger seeking warriors,

a master soldier and Mariner

true their speed in deserts of humidity,

bleak winds of sand, the passion runs.

How rugged mountain callous roads

harden a soul in splintered remnants

aflame  for other spirited

beloved brothers

know well the breach of betrayal

of killing rage for freedom's.

Praise the taste of grit.

Burning sun tell of a child's cheek

against a mother breast.

The rhythmic patterns of primordial dimensions, shutter in pools.

To hear the silence still,

she atones with indifference everywhere.

Flashes collapse in barren valleys

of the liminal sky,

sorrows, fog

the fields and enemy wills  

A death to die in the trench

of a never ending womb.

Like the Falcon with long pointed wings

and spearheaded dives on placid scaffolds,

we ring our agile eyes of an arsenal

of wicked demise of the divinity infinity,

A raptor's vision.

She prays with language,

the battles we blunder towards immortality,

the pools of blood and bodies

living in black and white hunger.

A silver flask drinks to soothe a parched throat,

A map case of life you never fully leave.

Reclaiming unlived life and its savoring,

lingering taste, metallic blood,

its own waking,

dreaming clouds of deeply trenched mud.

While complacency kills the blood that drenches

the skin of black rear guards emerging

from red horizons lifted by shadows,

dropping from fingers,  

an illusion drowning in dead men

at gates of courage

from birth to tomb.

Their souls languish in law sees

for honor arouses the power to command

men of great soul nature indomitable.

They love fiercely untold.