He was told to ‘Step Up and Join Up!’
So Ralph Wainwright the Three,
Mailed his application,
With attached application fee.

He put his uniform on, and got in the plane.
And flew overseas,
Ralph Wainwright the Three.

Arriving at camp,
He was a little put out,
With every one calling him Ralf,
And so to keep his position,
In the bourgeoisie,
He became Rafe Wainwright the Three.

On the first day of battle,
With dastardly Uzoks,
Rafe was taken their prisoner.
The blindfold ripped off,
To reveal that he was,
Slammed between two wooden stocks.

“I’ll do anything! I’ll join you!”
Said Rafe Wainwright the Three,
And thus his name changed,
to Rafe Wainwright Zukkee,

Zukkee, of course, meaning enemy soldier,
And Rafe Wainwright being his name,
He was thrust into battle,
With his pocket knife,
And a wooden sword, aflame.

Fire acting on wooden swords as it does,
And seeing as how he was dressed,
He was caught by his country and tied to a tree,
“You lousy, traitorous pest!”

“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be dead!”
And with that they cut off his worldweary head.

He was given to the Uzoks,
And buried Uzok Park.
They planted his headstone,
Just before dark.

‘Tzate’ meaning warrior,
And ‘Mit’ meaning great,
His name is forever:
Rafe Zukee Mitzate.

You're present when I hear this song.
As if our moments in time
and futures unknown
simply belong.

One hears the sound of water
that you hold so dear.
Washing away regret
and all that you fear.

Its rhythm flows with dark ease,
as if to level down time.
Just as you ebb
from your story's past
and aspire to climb.

Its tempo jumps to be present
and slows its beat to meet our urgent.
Just as your gifts to us become more fluent,
your adjusts

Its tone is
light,
deep,
abundant.
Just as your voice shares its
insight,
sentient.

The song takes its time to bring us through,
As you unveil the vibrance of your colorful view.
And as you savor today's moments,
seek it significance,
in everything
you do.

C. . .
I hope you
like this song,
this poem,
Oh, I hope I got it right.
I felt your presence,
heard this song,
wrote this poem,
just tonight.

There is no road,
though Frost told us so
and it is cold tonight and
I have no place to go.

Home is but a ride away,
cigarette’s are in the ashtray, dried,
and I do not smoke them each day
not since my last try.

My bed is clean; white and tidy,
that’s the third time since Friday, I’ve planned
ahead this week but not taken it lightly,
they’ve left me lonesome and unmanned.

There is no road,
though Frost told us so
and it is cold tonight and
I have no place to go.

Home is but a ride away,
cigarette’s are in the ashtray, dried,
and I do not smoke them each day
not since my last try.

My bed is clean; white and tidy,
that’s the third time since Friday, I’ve planned
ahead this week but not taken it lightly,
they’ve left me lonesome and unmanned.

There's this empty feeling deep inside
I feel in you I can confide
You were always there for me when I was in need
When I was with you I couldn't feel my heart bleed
Even though the pain and loneliness was still there
You showed me how to just not care
For so long now we have been apart
I'm feeling empty and that's just the start
Soon I'll feel the loneliness and the pain
I need you like flowers need rain
Sure we had our problems as most do
There were moments when I even hated you
It'll be different this time I know we can work
After all ever relationship has its quarks
So how about it, what do you say
I need you to drive the pain and loneliness away
Take my hand and don't let me go
It'll be our little secret no one will ever know

The silhouette of a fallen man lay on the vertical horizon
                         ¬–watch the Moon light the way
Vultures howl at the hint of Death
                         –Dead men are deaf, on the vertical horizon

Some light will always shine through a closed curtain
                         –open up and let it all in
Dilation ensures that the waters are steady
                          but on the vertical horizon, nothing is certain

A silhouette of descending doves falls onto the ground
                         –watch the Moon shed his tears
Poachers of Peace ascend the vertical horizon,
                           now presuming the ultimate power of God

Only Time will tell
if they were right or wrong
But patience is virtuous
and this won’t take very long

The silhouette of a fallen man lay on the vertical horizon
                     –imagine that his soul is free
His figure parts into a million grieving doves,
                       ascending beyond the brim of the vertical horizon



Only Time will tell
if he was right or wrong
But patience is a virtue
and this won’t take very long

There's this empty feeling deep inside
I feel in you I can confide
You were always there for me when I was in need
When I was with you I couldn't feel my heart bleed
Even though the pain and loneliness was still there
You showed me how to just not care
For so long now we have been apart
I'm feeling empty and that's just the start
Soon I'll feel the loneliness and the pain
I need you like flowers need rain
Sure we had our problems as most do
There were moments when I even hated you
It'll be different this time I know we can work
After all ever relationship has its quarks
So how about it, what do you say
I need you to drive the pain and loneliness away
Take my hand and don't let me go
It'll be our little secret no one will ever know

so this girl said she liked me
but more than a friend way
i thought she wasn't pretty
not ugly
just not attractive
but i said
give it a chance she might be nice
she wasn't
so i took her in stride
gave her a chance
she seemed like she needed it
i meant what i told her
told what i meant her
but she wanted it to go
where i couldn't
i don't blame my loss
i can't blame her
but i do
she couldn't handle life
so i let it go
and that
was just that
i owe her nothing
i gave her the chance she didn't really deserve
and now
i am the one who is evil
a bully
she says
i am used to being a punching bag
i never touched you
i don't want to now
so take your glasses out of my nightstand
don't forget anything
you aren't coming back
don't guilt me into feeling bad for you
it makes you ugly
not on the outside
on the inside
i won't leave you with ill words
it isn't worth my time
so i leave you like i found you
nothing

The days may feel slow
but I swear time passes so fast.
So this is me, telling you,
take advantage of the time you have.

Time is a complicated scenario
that cannot be described in any amount
of colorful adjectives.

Time is the dreams at your fingertips
and the bittersweet opportunities you can taste
at the tip of your tongue.

Time is the walk to the end of the shaky pier,
as the fluorescent red and pink sunset
fades to dusk.

Time is the moth that hopelessly follows the light.

It’s the rejected and the abandoned.

Time is the experience
behind a young soldiers
aging eyes.

Time is the constant reminder
that you will see someone take their last breath,
but you will never experience the last wave
climb upon the shore.

So don’t wait for the good
that’s coming tomorrow,
because what if tomorrow
never comes?

Time is limited,
now is infinite.