to hope and all things such!

Hope is a dirty word he thinks, he has always felt that way...........it reeks of one's inability to control his destiny, of his inability to say surely that yes, that will be the way of things.........

But here's one to hope and all things such
Of new years' and all that mush
And water lilies hanging in nothingness as the pyrotechnics flare up the sky
Of Van Gogh's power strokes on the canvas that is life

And yes there is hope
A recognition of powers beyond the self
Of a humble respect for the unknown, not necessarily the uncontrollable
Of a soliloquy of a warrior
And many more that have been

And here's one to the year that will be
Of destinies that will be re written
And as the greatest warrior poet once said
One can only do what he must
Until his destiny reveals itself to him!

So here's one to the unknown
And another to the warrior's many soliloquies that will be
And the wait that will be for his destiny to find him.............