Market winds sometimes shouts that power sits elsewhere; holding my strength by the throat,
Market winds sometimes shouts selling crowns for panic and distress; but I shall leave them on the stall away from imposing judgements,
Market winds sometimes shout and I shall price the new news in mind: the news who said it, when, and why,
Market winds sometimes shouts pressure despite my will; but the will shall keep my cash for truth and future bread…
Whispered deals tempting with soft lies that I soon wonder; “Reveal it now, and my fear will soon leave”,
Whispered deals tempting my hunger for praise and for quick actions, screaming and shining for safety,
Whispered deals are too tempting but I only hold the key to my own will; I shall consent the way to my own gate of thoughts,
Whispered deals are too tempting; the courage will soon answer yes or no but then I shall check the hinges again and again…
My own closet drills and train my breath to lengthen far beyond my limits: four in, six out, and I shall repeat these ways,
My own closet drills and train my sight to test my own knowledge before I pass them on to my stored wisdom,
My own closet drills and train my hands to finish one task at a time, then another, then rest of my duties and responsibilities,
My own closet drills and train my innermost will that might moves steady or frightened when drums grow louder and louder…
Timely stonework habits hold the benefits in line; as I pay what’s due and save small increments,
Timely stonework habits hold the body and heart’s desire: food, water, sleep, and a small dream,
Timely stonework habits hold my tongue to plain words as I communicate and especially when tempers rises,
Timely stonework habits hold my pace over pride; as I walk towards this dream never to race forward…
My night watches as I write thanks to my unseen consciousness and my hands that steadied my road ahead,
My night watches and writes one rule towards the dawn: as I judge slowly, act cleanly, and humbly ask help early,
My night watches and writes another poem tomorrow; those keepers of light lamps so fear loses its little by little,
My night watches and writes as my fortress stands; not to betray my own soul into dreams I am meant to do- Owning my creativity is my responsibility…
• Whether to judge slow, but I cleanly act
• Keep consent at the edge of my gate
• Drill me on calm days ahead
• Hold your pace over your pride
• Those light lamps against fear
