blank blank fullness

Bombs falling:
their way of
Externalizing
resent, a command from the control tower.
No? Not resent? Static slips out: 'Come in fighter one, we've lost contact.'
"Must let them know who is boss."
Prove it to the other side,
"This war will make us rich, it serves them right."

Destruction comes not from true strength
yet does indeed til the soil for continued death.
That countless-illion-dollar war has, by now
proven a heavy, false strength-necessitating, weakness.
But whose?
no, not MY weakness
Who would be strong enough to take the blame?
Strength sees none to begin with,
yet may be blinded by a former ig'nance,
you see strength makes you see it is only so through refusing to be
not. Negated. But
Once begun, bomb begets bomb
and tangles up lives
Of someone's brother, mother, sister, wives.
Could anyone truly admit, consent that yes, this war's strength is legit?
Or has it gone too far, reaches back into history, long been too late to quit

In turn some sheltered, bombarded they are
by inspiration.
shell clips raining a hard-fought protected sensation.
Perhaps the kind that could feed a nation
Rations of war hurriedly dropped down
from a place in the sky where a pilot,
bird of prey,
'that guy' thought he'd find a piece of His pie.
Helping myself, is that really helping others?
One based on the former
forgotten in favor of more like yore, huh?
If I bake it to feed it
to them the way it is eaten
by lovers not fighters,
would the gesture be taken as a weakness
spur increased hunger to bite
the hand that feeds...

Inspiration.
The word almost feels bad
in my imagined mouth.
Alongside actual hardship
Strength born of actual weakness says
Don't eat it, quick
spit it out.
How'd it get in there it doesn't belong
On the tongue of someone who'd use it
for what is not wrong
for he, might be right for she
"who's to say?"
While strength knows its team,
strength cannot pave the way,
though yellow lines down strength will lay.
Its components: a cabinet full of spices, tricks of games and vices
From whence it derives its strength to be wrong
in so doing,
trips on a fatal flaw, Achilles heel,
Iron-fisted rich meal.
Look deeper to see it, as the stronger you are, the harder to fall, the longer it may take
to uncover what many still only know as fake:
the source of real hunger, teeth just about to break,
tongues blood-ridden and bitten.

Makes a prince from a pauper once starved for food alone,
Now left to feed his strength, an ever-emptied bowl
of a currency that can destroy the soul:
when stemmed, removed from its petald-weakness, made no longer whole
placed upon a shelf, the bell jar doth toll
dictates what's to be seen bi the eye
is only one half of that proper flower in bloom,
a full token of respect
paid to soldiers too late, their strength too broken to cry.

Although I haven't spoken
of it, my mind can taste
the distaste
of over-thought, over wrought visions of peace in the Middle East
the ME; one giant metaphor for the inner beast which thumps
we each hold, held inside us
not always awakened to have, to serve as a figure-shaping coal.
and then there are those
Bombs Over Baghdad, with them we
Wobble the line don't want to tip it into cliché,
my sources have a need,
must remain pure, shored-up close to the chest,
experience born of that spring can shoulder the eventual decay,
the sudden unrest.
Strength admits its defeat in the face of real life
to turn it on its back,
Making more of the rest,
remains,
strength becomes a middle-man,
recycling gains.

Certain speeds will help the drifter stay in shape.
Doesn't worry much about the past
That thing- it takes care of its own assit's
just so simple to see,
Revisiting themes will evolve to revolve you back rather frequently.
Fear not their shapes will change
Enough to stave away inclinations toward
running from boredom of and with
that which your strength picks.
The real strength lets you
keep your authenticity
Reserve some of those thoughts for just
_e. Takes it not beyond to break under pressure.
Keeps it buried down under,
compression making strength's stone for the brighter, the sharper, the better.
And all the same those bombs they fall,
in waves of multiple elements
encased by see-through material, strength
found in the silver lining of a locket
breaks open, to crash upon times like these: fertile lands scoured by a bent-over
seed
gathering,
what is it, exactly?

Like a tree trunk it is
1 O.A.K.
See, its innate.ure all of the time.
Snowflakes build up to avalanche over a warm life
bones they'll melt
to reveal water and a whole new shell.
It meta-morphs,
moves on with its partner in crime,
Sees a new partner in: Time, here comes change with that grandfather clock
Strength builds itself up for the flesh to receive,
a reality that
strength has been here before, tore down walls once felt a necessity
understands and believes the seasons' weather will weather incessantly
Salt poured-into-wounds in the road, cracks in the base
braces wheels against ice,
a colder, stronger version of life.

In hindsight those who've known,
Confess that pain was their strength
When their weakness showed, eventually made it around to accept
Strength is weakness,
one strong enough to allow
seams undone of strummed, stirred strings still
in.tact it can also be trapped
But don't squeeze too tight:
fast it will flow,
Strength will always prove stronger than your physical might.

Smarter too, did it make that known?
One would hope it not the case,
Its poker ace:
Strength likes to come along quietly
Unassumingly, maybe even in spite
Of itself,
strength knows minimally.
As the more it comes in contact with,
strength admits it is inherently inadequate.
Intends to enrich blank stares of pauses, its own in introspection,
where most-certainly feared emptiness eats strength up hungrily.
For a future recollection,
Strength's memory banks on what its lost
to teach it further lessons in gain.
Strength hesitates not to readdress, reinvest
In more and more of different
which strength eventually melds into same.