An Armored Approach A Birth of Rote

To Speak,

with the flavor of grace,

requires truth to be said.

Not Spoken

A Continual Road,

paved with pain,

delivers growth,

not shame.

To Recover,

from what has been done,

takes Voice of Been.

In Every Begin Birthed,

Win!!

Appreciative of small favors,

a testimony of,

I've been theirs.

However!

Time delivers Age,

to go a Knew way.

It is the patience,

that may deliver Knight.

Knot in this World

I state,

A Date of not Myth,

just miss.

By Design,

Forged-for-Rhyme,

out of sublime,

to say:

"The Rings-of-Gold, and Established Home, Views from this I Roam."

Not of Fear,

for that's been here,

but War declared,

merited an exit.

It is Fate to Believe

In What?

Remains up to You,

not me!

Wars, Too Front!!

There Was This Day!!

I could not stay,

the blood soaked fields,

released me.

Born in Total,

held in mind,

I had been at War,

so many times.

Countless Strikes,

a measureless door,

I found myself,

never bored.

My Father Heroed,

a proclaim on land,

I See the Hurt,

both can't stand!

One has Gone,

so another can.

To be cast out,

or put in place,

"I Fear a Throw"

might have been a day,

my mind does rue!!

Still confused

I search my 'Sight'

memories banked,

with-in my being.

Seem to Team

I become fixed,

in Tranced,

in Thought,

lost in translation of myself!

Seems so Long,

that I've been,

on battlefields,

with men.

As lives do blend,

the past is ready,

too mend.

Gold Rings were,

my begin!!

A Fiery Start,

when Two come as One.

An Incredible Song,

of Places that are not wrong,

just lost to me.

Searching the Caverns,

of this pitted life,

I sing,

I don't belong.

The Ache for Answer,

lies in the question.

A Deed Called Life?

Only in 'The Site,'

on my mind,

I See,

what may have been,

related to Me!

A War,

a Decree,

an awful end,

to an Ancient Life!

An Orphan of Such-A-War,

compelled to bare,

I know of what's now done.

To watch as Swords are Spears thrown,

Killing All I know to Be!

I'm Told; 

Go!!

'Hide amongst the Old Devise,

a Tree is Planted for Your Life.

Be of No-Dismay,

Live-To-Tell,

a Tale of Whoa!

Be of what We-Seethe,

not free; Too trust.'

I Face,

"A Singular-Destiny? I Cry! Why Me?"

Stated-In,

..the bloodied fields of Past Memories,

'look to See,

what will not traverse:

Join and in this, Tell, You are no mistake.

KNOW!!

Remembrance-Shall-Guide.'

Turning to Duty,

I began the walk of,

Ordered-Law.

All Dead

Cut-by-Fire,

I miss so much,

what must have loved me.

To Press-Upon,

my life,

Survival-of Such,

as if to Hug-Me,

with the Arms I no longer feel.

What Evidence is there,

in these Memories-of Horror?

There is no faith,

in this World,

I'm Placed.

Forced into Silence,

an empty existence,

for I do hold to,

 a genetic view.

Relieved

Repressed Memories,

are not forgotten times,

for Cause shall Raise in the Inherited,

a Rite-to-Save.

Search a concrete night,

a place entombed to be,

"The Rings of Gold"

that fired-me!

I Pine my Loss,

felt for gain,

I find only sane to say:

A Stated-Life,

Witnessed Death,

A War of All in a Total Fall!

What good are these Memories?

What is it that they say?

Encompassed point,

North, South, East, West?

A needle spins,
in this Universal Play