walk of your worth - time lover

Love cuts corners to fill its destination... hope lines the sails of the journey.. validating the reasons..
brings out value,
hidden just beneath the the taps of time.
bring out the slave.. the slave ..yet the king...
the king will not move .. but is moving ..
the king may be blind ,, but sees clearly..
In his chest is a heart.. beating .. summoning, pounding at hope door... still no answer..
hope whispers to time and finds time has long since gone...
suddenly from out of the blue spawns calamity,,,,
hooded,,
cloaked,,
a truth seeker and yet a devourer..
winged destroyer..
bloodless.
ruthless,
unannounced.. ... Calamity rolls in,,, drunk from lost hope , fear and even love's last tears...
Ego at its final peak, flaunting its wings and great plumage....
hovering, calamity finds its perch ... on the very fingers of death.... calamity ..disregarding the facts.. growing to a monstrosity. a real thing .. not without breath...

Darkness .. where love and hope are lost. bartered for like cheap wine.. down in the deep ...stirs a giant.. ruthless, bold and tyrannical... it rises to its challenge..

terrible and wonderful to those of war, like a father to its children.. a roar .. a roar so great ... calamity shudders and begins to crack and freeze.

unmovable.. unchangeable.. free and yet the most precious and costly... It breaks forth.. like some stallion from is master.. it cant be hunted, captured or sold off,, it can only stand.. as hope fades,, and love dries its tears....

As like an blessing it covers the king , the child, the grave.
It swallows reason and takes a seat in the lowly place.
It the darkest place.. where only silence and honor can be found.

In its place it shines like many polished shields, though it is beat on like an anvil. refining itself to the point of danger..... of sacrifice.
Wisdom cannot truly know it and no man believe without it.. we live and breath and die.... as time is shattered .. we all must face
ourselves.

The truth behind the darkness ... behind or in front of any man...

The testers testament.

Integrity...simple and faultless..
Living ,vibrant ,timeless..endless, touched by Child and Kings. .
never shallow or hollow, loud yet humble, blunt yet delicate.. given and taken.
Built on or shaken, truth binds it and makes it.
Born from a secret,searching for hearts, truth and lost dreams, though worlds apart.


- Seth Harden