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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Brokey

The wallet aches, a hollow shell,
Where once a cushion of comfort fell.
Each penny spent, a fleeting friend,
Leaving want that knows no end.

A heavy heart, a furrowed brow,
The weight of failure, hangs somehow.
Manhood measured, not by might,
But by the balance, lost from sight.

But hold, there's strength in this lament,
A chance to turn, a new ascent.
Creative fires, though dimmed and low,
Can spark anew, and brighter grow.

Let's find a path, a different road,
Where skills can bloom, and burdens unload.
Not blame, but hope, will be our guide,
To mend the purse, and cast off the tide.

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