A ChanT of twisted love

I thought of all the ways I could have made you feel good,

For I came to know over time it was more an image for you than your own feel,

I tried every way to directly touch your mind with my fingers,

Tried many times to reason with logic but it never added up,

I get that all courts love jesters, and all godfathers love their right hand,

Let this be a tribute to you for one man's back is always another man's pedestal,

And since for you it is your image that matters the most, use mine to soar.

Love you to the billionth galaxy and back,

But I dont have the strength to handle each word you say, right now,

I may not speak, but I'm sure my acts are worth a thousand words of how I tried my best.

Soar my beloved father. 

Bow to no opinion. 

Definitely Worth a read

They are like an autumn breeze on a summers day,
They are there to be felt, on your face and in your hair,
They are there beside you, in front of you, as well as behind you,
And those that are behind you push you forward (inspiration) ,
And those that are ahead of you also push you forward (inspiration),
And those beside you also push you forward (inspiration),
While everyone else present there also give you the same thing but don't ask for much (appreciation),
So basically, what I'm saying is be direct in your words (conversation),
As these words give me what's on your mind (explanation) ,
And these words lead to thoughts in the heads of others (formulation),
While acts lead to you propagating forward (locomotion)
While what you believe becomes your truth, what another believes becomes theirs (diversification)
Purpose should be what leads a person, and having none is what will make one create one (philosophication) .

Flinch

Never Flinch when your friend or your enemy raises their hand at you,
As in both those cases the outcome is known if not inevitable,
Only strangers should bear that insult.