"Where Faceless Winds Scatter"
Art & Words by Charles Kish
In this arena you play,
where the faceless winds scatter,
assort you among thankless,
who wallow in painted chatter.
Mixing to mud, colors of blame.
Chilling the bud, before life became.
May you choke the breath,
spewing its leveling deception,
quietly scaring, beneath the breast,
a stain carried within, the mind of an orphan.
effacing capacity, for the strength procured,
and its gift of revenue, having endured failure.
In this arena you play,
among the thankless embittered,
redact the bounties assumed common.
Knotting the uniformed whickered,
thoughtfully weaved in youthful formation,
frays thin and weaker, in denial of causation.
May your eyes come to see,
a light peeking through debris.
Shinning with no favor or primacy.
Aware of no guarantee in destiny.
Only of will and desire in workable,
with a driven faith in fortitude able.