The road ahead wears rough, there lies my path,
To greater heights my story calmly calls,
Fire and fiery pours success bath,
A ministry for sunshine, dipped in galls.

O lonely road, how long comes the strive,
Slow air, gushing winds; the only followers I boast,
Alone a lone warrior walks, breezing towards cold survive,
Step on steps, till I enlarge my coast.

Slay the dragon.
Plunge your courage through his heart
then kick his ass out the door.
Drench those deviled doubts,
those hellish hesitations.
Saturate him in fire, rally
as he burns, shrivels, and shrinks.
Douse his cold, harsh remains in spittle
then sweep his putrid ashes
to the lowest level of apathy -
acknowledging that you are fearless.

You are The King, The Queen, The Knight.

The Ultimate Dragon-Slayer.

To those wanderers that go off
to far off places
To escape their mundane existence
To climb higher, to be greater
To think clearer and breathe deeper

To challenge the ordinary
To resist convention and be
the change-makers
To outlast the last call and be the renegade to take charge
To forage ahead and lead the pack
To be renewed and committed to the mission of the great unknown

Jasmine and Jeremy loved to read
A book every night at amazing speed;
They’d lie on their bed,
Or sit in a chair –
Reading book after book after book right there.

Books in their room would be on the floor –
All sorted by author, by topic and more;
Then next to their bed
Were books that were new –
With pile after pile after pile to view.

Stories of Sinbad and Dorian Gray –
Stories by Wells, Poe and Hemingway;
The fantasies shelved,
The histories on racks –
With page after page after page of facts.