Ode to Destiny

O, Destiny,
How I pine after thee,
Thine manifestation—
My due restitution,
For my devotion,
And unwavering loyalty...

Some doubt you exist,
And cast you as fantastical,
However, all one need do is reminisce,
Recalling the rather unfortunate spectacle—
They doubted the propinquity of Christ,
And in doing so against their own salvation rebelled...

"Why can't you believe in what you don't understand?
That extraordinary acts can be performed by the common man?
Fool, this is your mirror image, yet you doubt your own potential,
And have all but denied your spot in a land ever so provincial—
Yet what you neither understand nor accept...can and will save your soul;
For all things on Earth are bound by the decree of Heaven."

Common has become too commonplace,

And once leery eyes now weep,

For a vision once disgraced,

In records annals keep;

Now they—we seek thy face,

In new form: Destiny,

And thereafter we chase,

Unabashedly, tirelessly—hopelessly... spanning all eternity.

Yet in our endeavor, Destiny, you stymie,

As you constantly elude—

Truly, are we masters of thee?

Or is it vice versa, and life is penultimate servitude?

In anguish we wear chains of misery,

As the shadows of our transgressions protrude—

Vain men ridiculed Christ's bosom in causerie—

Do you, too, elude for He they eschewed?

If so, I bind their insolence—

Inebriate my senses with your redolence,

We dance in the round but never touch—

Not even your shadow, for you've none that outstretch...

You know that I want you so very much—

Please, stop fleeting like a dying romance...

Countless times I've been hurt,

As I'm sure you've hurt others,

My resolve in this endeavor you continuously besmirch—

Yet still I pursue thee in the fetters,

With which the insolent accursed—

True, sometimes you'll bequeath douceurs,

But regardless of how many,

It won't ever amount to your worth—

Not even in a thousand forevers...

You, Destiny, are mercurial—

To those in abundance,

Especially, you are prodigal—

But what of the impecunious?

The lot to whom you're less merciful,

Who long for thine presence?

They—we... I want to know how it feels,

To, for once, be on the receiving end—

Yet the seeds I've sewn I'll not dishevel,

For nigh be my harvest—your advent.

O, Destiny,

You shun me—

However, still I ingratiate,

Myself with thee, mercurial mate,

Hoping someday you'll release the

Bounty that from on high brachiate—

Still I chase thee...

Unabashedly, tirelessly—hopelessly... spanning all eternity.

- Kevin B. Waring

"So at this hour pluck the vibrating strings, because Fate brings down even the strong—everyone weep with me."

Breakdown

Stories spread like wildfire,
Dispersed from opposing sides,
Only served to burgeon the ire,
Of two worlds set to collide...

I sat upon the hill,
And witnessed that very war;
Every blow did I feel,
As scar tissue formed,
And my heart grew e'er sore...
From the tension that'd further build—
Each word as though a piercing gore;
Before, however, each man's fate was sealed,
An angel came to me...whilst I sat there on that sward.

She cried to me red tears,
For her spirit was in due pain;
Not wanting to breathe life to her fears,
She asked my help in the peace she'd hoped to attain...

She led me to the field of battle,
Delineating the events leading to;
It was clear it'd become
Too much for her to handle,
And with the estranged,
Relations she wanted to start anew,
Express the authenticity of her sorrow,
Tear down the walls erected
By helping her to burst through.

Now, who was that on the other side,
Wanting also to tear that wall down?
A person in whose heart she'd always reside,
Whom in the battle royal also lost her venerable crown...

This person is special—too important,
To go through life without,
And, yes, she, too, was a participant,
In the battle where one the other would flout—
However, when all are hurt, there is none innocent;
Each man's role is tantamount...
It's when your last breath is all but spent,
Arguing you realize what life is truly about.

And, together, they tore down that wall,
Building each other up in the process,
Not allowing for nightfall,
To strip the weary of their deserved rest—
Let each man his name scrawl,
Upon umber palimpsest,
For he whom sees his withdrawal,
From an unjust cause...is he none can detest...

Stories turned to embers,
When truth came to light,
Bringing my friends back together,
And ending this silly fight...

...Mother and daughter reunite ♥


- Kevin B. Waring



"If you drive someone away, to extract the fullest measure of redemption, you have to go out of your way to get them back; the person is not obligated to meet you halfway, but rather, be open to the idea of coming home if and when you finally do come around."

69 Kisses

A matrimony of words,
Spanning the alphabet from A to Z,
But what followed were some
Of the sweetest I've heard,
A girl ever say to me.

You gave me a sobriquet,
And inverted the hourglass,
To a time when all that mattered was play,
And being on time to class—
But being punctual has never been my propensity;
Before it's too late, this truth I must confess...

"If...I could time travel,
Or alter the time-space continuum,
With you I'd stand upon tremulous gravel,
And comfort thine soul with a sweet song;
I'd tell you you're beautiful,
Wrap you in my arms,
Protect you from all harm."

However, such now isn't meant to be,
For such a union would be an anachronism,
But if two years shall find our arms empty,
Together we can fall into that fateful chasm...

I promise to first and foremost be your friend,
And I want you to enjoy this new adventure...
Just know your anchor in my heart you can append—
At my pier you can always moor...
Never hesitate an s.o.s. to send,
Call me, Love, and I'll be there...


- Kevin B. Waring

Dark Horse

My charge out the gates was slow,
But, still, the violent take it by force;

My coat is as dark as the blackest crow—
They call me...the dark horse.

The oddsmakers counted me out,
When they saw my coat's ebony sheen,
But I don't need them, for my own name I can tout,
As I root myself on and begin to gather steam.

One of my opponents has slowed to a gallop,
Thinking I was too far behind—
In an instance, however, the ground beneath him shook,
And sent him tumbling in his hide;
Though mine wore the color of soot,
He could've used it to mask his beaten pride.

By one, the field has narrowed,
As doubters begin to express remorse,
Yet, still, I've a ways to go—
They call me...the dark horse.

It's getting harder,
The gap bigger to close,
Yet I'm not ready to barter,
Nor have my life laid in repose,
I shall be the victor—
History, my win, shall remember—
Even if it's by a nose!

Now I'm closing ground on two—
Second and third to the leader;
They vow not to let me through,
And do things becoming of a cheater:
Disparaging words along with dirt flew—
Nothing was held back confined to respectable measure—
Antics the crowd couldn't help but to boo,
Making for an incredible change in the atmosphere...

(Thus, backfired did their machination, and past them
I rode the tide of a crowd once mistaken.)

The crowd is chanting, "Go! Go!",
After once being so terse,
For I've won their hearts and stolen the show,
They call me...the dark horse.

As I enter the homestretch,
I see the leader out ahead of me—
But he whom I'm supposed to catch,
Is what God intended me to be;
I sprout wings as though a Pegasus,
And catch him, becoming one entity...

I've finally become...my destiny ♥


- Kevin B. Waring


"All things work together for good to those that love God." - Romans 8:28

Superwoman

I know not much about thee,
But I've seen the portrait of you in the state,
House...hung aloft dressed cap-a-pie,
In elastic attire fitted with red cape—
Yet I—I know your secret identity,
How incognito you burden this town's weight.

You walk amongst us in daylight,
Blending in even though you're so beautiful—
Still, no one knows you're the vigilante,
That protects us when at night
Our children to bed we cradle—
The girl of Antaean might,
Grecian lore long fabled.

For so long you've kept qui vive,
I wonder how you find time for yourself,
Aside from that devoted to guarding
The denizens of this hapless city—
You, too, deserve to be happy,
And a love that makes your heart melt...
For once, manumit thyself of this rotary,
See how it feels to be saved by someone else...

I thank you for being alive,
For being our—my...shadow,
When collusive forces contrive,
To make my life morose—
However, now is your time,
To experience a life we all too well know;
A part of you longs to be free on the inside—
I can free her tonight...
Let me be your hero.


- Kevin B. Waring


"Still when I'm a mess, still put on a vest with an 's' on my chest, oh yes, I'm a superwoman (Yes she is)..."

The Best Things In Life

The best things in life you can give,
Are those that can't be seen,
Like forgiveness that extends from the olive,
Branch that wipes the slate clean;
Love measured as though fallen from a sieve,
Forever distributed in fair, equal portions—
Things that make this life such a joy to live,
Putting us in position, to others, to be a blessing.

Yet material things do enamor;
They divert our attention,
When so sweetly they wash upon sandy shore,
And lure us from our peregrination,
Iridescence awakening us from selfless torpor—
Aren't our needs worthy of mention?!
What about our desires?
Truly we're all vain—if not by our own admission...

Avarice and excess does have a nice ring,
Enough never really being much,
But what if you had the golden touch of a king,
And was confined to a world forever hushed?
What, therein, would exude rooted meaning?—
I couldn't live without a friend's hand to cusp.

Good friends make your life rich—
Even if you've nary dime to your name;
They'll give you truth when
Your ears for the contrary itch,
For they know to lie is to play a winless game;
And, at times, when we're perfidious,
Their faith in our true nature won't ever wane;
Always there to encourage and admonish,
Nothing in life is there greater to gain.

Yes, money is great to have;
Everyone wants nice things—
A pool of green in which to lave,
Or a new Porsche to race upon Nürburgring—
But material things are corrosive;
Too high a regard thereof wears
Away at your inner being—
Yet, still, the best things we can receive,
In life, are those things that can't be seen.


- Kevin B. Waring

Penning Freedom

Perhaps the greatest story ever penned—

The first American dream;

On this day in 1776 a brash declaration,

Was made against a power of great esteem...

A nation longing for independence,

Wanting desperately to change its stripes—

Stars that dotted the sky in the distance,

The horizon to which we set our ambitious sights,

Would be seen as none other than providence—

Proof that God would be in the midst of the ensuing fight.

However, after the gravamen was expressed,

Other brave souls readied their aim,

When it was evident Britain wasn't impressed,

And saw us as wild animals further needed to be tamed;

Thus our desire to be free would be put to the test—

It'd take more than just words to loosen those chains.

And so we fought on,

With faith as our guide,

Our leader, intrepid George Washington;

Across the Delaware, and alow rockets...

Whose red glare was like a bolide,

Nothing could deter us from our ambition—

Who can be against you when God is on your side?

There was many a Pyhrric victory,

And, conversely, many setbacks—

In an instance of irony, even, they captured the city,

Philadelphia, thinking the words echoed therefrom we'd retract!—

But even then, we fancied American apple, not humble pie,

For an appetite for appeasement we've forever lacked...

America—she was not contrite,
Nor did nary patriots' lips quiver,
Trembling words wrought of fright,
Reneging the promise they sought to deliver;
It was evident that Time for all men is finite—
We knew we just had to win that war!

Finally came the Brits' surrender,
Their redcoats aglow,
Under the vermilion sky of October—
And to each man's broken ego stood a gallow,
To forever stand erect so he'll always remember:
Never underestimate the little man's thew,
When he's a stake in the outcome of his own endeavor—
He'll give you his word and never disavow...

That's the spirit of America!


- Kevin B. Waring