The sad truth is that excellence makes people nervous.

The sun not even on the rise, am awakened out of the disconcerting dreaming.
Sounds on the horizon echoing, portent for the day?
The ritual begins: sacrament, elixirs, incense, focus in the burning, physical acuity.
A stolen moment of meditation
Ever awaited, shared awareness

Serenity passes through, exposing the disconcerting.
Reveal embracing dual contemplation in meaning.
Breathing easier fluidity of thought.
Observation & appreciation fully
the reflections of His heart.

A page of strategy discussed.
Planning, engaging technique, future execution
Chapters tabbed with anticipation
Verbal acuity, mental flexibility
Longing to caress, countenance so enticing.

Obligations beckon
Plans cemented
Tender moment, departure
Adorning armor
Battle ready for this day.

!@#$%^&*


There are people in this world that need a DoD bitch slapping them hard.  Since neither DoD handy and slight distance issues, I will suffice with virtual bitchslapping.


I am known for my calm and too subtle for the mundanes nature, until  pushed too far, then it's death by design.  In the recent past, I have long term the waning of demise of relationships.  However, since my interactions are limited, I have been nearly silent.  That doesn't mean my brain has been.  Oooooh, never underestimate your enemy, especially one that you, yourself, created as an enemy. 

Fangs and Claws.
Words can cut deeper than any blade.  When the time comes, alignment of circumstance, infinitely more than papercuts shall come flying across from me to them.  No one screws with the people I love and care for and gets off scott free.  Karma has it's job to do, I am totally in understanding of its relationship with balance.  Doesn't mean that being the instrument of Karma has to mean, just waiting for the pendulum's backswing.