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I find that fear
is just as delicate
as hope.
It comes and goes.
Leaves an effect.
It is amazing their
abilities to conquer
or overcome.
They can change
that his world is so dark that
he sometimes thinks
that if he ran faster
he  would outlive the monsters
that live inside him
he wonders at the moment
that precious moment when
he will be free from all
that  has plagued him so

*that he could be free...
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the hallways are crowded.
people of all ages walk them.
the fight is instant.
and flesh hits flesh.
bruises the size of apples
appear on a small arm.
they see a small boy
but he is actually quite tall.
teachers step in.
they are hesitant to step in
even though they worry for the boy
inspired by the, "It Gets Better Project" Do not use or post my work without my explicit permission.
i know better then anyone how words can just get mixed up in your head as you try to explain the complex wisdom the sole being that is you - and sometimes fear hold me...down....who am i? to question ? ?. The bettwer question is who are you to not ) look beyond the fear of something seemingly far far away. Let the words clutter and mixxxxxxxxx. Until they have become soup and you are able to pour them down correctly and create a beauty-full picture on which the entire world can understand you - no you.  but who gives a care what they think...i think. they sing and sometimes scream....who says you're not perfect? when you're the answer to the universe - the very wisdome in the stars and the solving of a thousand constallations - minus Sirius. because even dreams have limits - it's our capibility that does not.
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As you walk along this pavement

Walk where they cannot
See where they do not
Listen to what the know
Hear what came to sow

Send a little kiss

See where they cannot
Walk where they do not
Hear and come to know
Listen to what came to sow

To the girls of Cromwell
everyone who had once headed west

now runs with abandon to the east

everyone who had once tried to change things

now is content to only rearrange

everyone who had once meant to be greater

now is satisfied with only being better

everyone who had once fought for something

now stand for nothing

everyone who looked beyond the moon

now is willing to search among the stars

everyone who looks for fire

has been appeased with ice

*and they look to a god for answers - knowing he's the one who is damning them in the first place.
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And she was there in that old school.
Like air.
Soft and sour.
(To her) Puberty made her face fat
(To us) it made her turn to skin and bone.
(To everyone) Who cares?

And even though she could not see it
She was darkness among light
And yes she was rude and moody
but she was also trusting and a true beauty
She was young when she was loved by the wrong person.
Looking for justice in a cold world

And she was a constant source of demonization
For her stringy hair, her ***** clothes
And her weight.
And her mistakes. As if they were any better
She tried to be brave.
But bravery only comes to those who have a reason to be.

And one night when fireflies danced
And the moon kissed her pimpled cheeks
She tried to fly - leaving us behind
She wrapped her fists around death and kissed the mouth of dignity
Because in that moment before she crashed
She saw the rare and infinite

She wrapped her fists around a flower and kissed the face of God
Dedicated to Kasey
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I have never seen
a world as dark as this
its shadows create monsters
knarled teeth and clashing fingers

i have never seen
a world as bright as this
warmth that grabs the heart
and pushes fears away from you

i have never seen
a world as gray as this
where words are two dimensional
and people drift like the northern wind

i have never seen
a world such as this.
I Will Be The Exception

I will smile at every veteran I see
I will place my hand across my heart
and sing, "Oh say, can you see..."

I Will Be The Exception

I will laugh and talk and joke
and play, and smile. But not only on
Veterans Day. I will do it every day.

I Will Be The Exception

I will shake their hands, I will help in
anyway I can. Freedom can be celebrated
every day, not every now and then

From This Day...And This Day On

I Will Be The Exception
moments and tales that kissed the world.
These Are My Words
they weave.
These Are My Words
fireflies flew.
These Are My Words
tried and wrapped my fist.
These Are My Words
face free.
These Are My Words
being brave I saw demonization
These Are My Words
bravery loved dance
These Are My Words
dignity denied darkness
These Are My Words
flying constant
These Are My Words
she likes treason
These Are My Words
busted mouth and bruised cheeks
These Are My Words
an old flower leaving
These Are My Words
wrong school
These Are My Words
here comes young weight
These Are My Words
a thing called justice
These Are My Words
blue skin and ***** air
These Are My Words
god in his infinite wisdome
These Are My Words
placed a heart here, now -
These Are My Words
breathe and seek consequence
These Are My Words
hide hands
These Are My Words
thank god for your deluded bliss
These Are My Words
but inside she wonders
These Are My Words
dark and bittersweet
These Are My Words
  moments that only meant deceit
These Are My Words
work through change as I clench teeth
These Are My Words
gnash and outlive those old memories
These Are My Words
she is a rude stringy blonde beauty
These Are My Words
looking, yes, looking
These Are My Words
years later
These Are My Words
she thinks faster and has out ran
These Are My Words
the villainous monsters make mistakes
These Are My Words
leaving her with her one and only gift
Dedicated to Caroline - your mom never regretted giving birth to you
This is the unintended sequel to "Fireflies" - Go and check that out! <3
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Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun

It was silent. His body sunk into the earth.
His soul long gone from there. He had died
A gun upon his arms.

When they come a wull staun ma groon
Staun ma groon al nae be afraid

He had died with a home that his dream would
live on.

Thoughts awe hame tak awa ma fear
Sweat an bluid hide ma veil awe tears

Later they had told us he had died with courage
and valor.

Ains a year say a prayer faur me
Close yir een an remember me

The shots continue he fell by the

Nair mair shall a see the sun
For a fell tae a Germans gun

A ******* grasped in his stone
cold hand

Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun

He saw a line of faces, brown, black
and white. Some were smiling others,

Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun

His body sunk into the cold, wet ground
As God opened his arms, for a boy
drenched in blood.

Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun*

A group waited in the wings. Soldiers
from many places. Who fought to keep
their shores safe.
Thank You
I look at those across from me - searching distant seas.
I guess what they say is true. When a harmful breeze
we will all unite.
But yet when peace does come we search for a fight.
I know though that - no matter how good - corruption
will take root. Until destruction
turns good will into dust and hope into decay
And as we search these twisting allays
for answers
all we can say is pray....

but we will divide
because we all are fearful
and we will be cheerful
when the culprits are found
searching with trained bloodhounds
when it comes to hope
we'll pray with all our might
for their strength, families and fight
we will love for a moment each other
hand in hand with our brothers

*Pray for Paris
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I'll hide my lies
Behind my eyes
And cry when she flies
Through the vines
Looking for who she thinks I was

**Gone for good
The tales we weave
seem to only breathe.
They become the
moments of bittersweet
bliss and change.

They are meant to hide
our lies and
our deceits
And they work.
On anyone we seek to

Until the moment when
the teeth gnash,
the hands clench,
and our tales give way
**to consequence
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There is no glory in bloodshed
No honor is death and decay
But in a little town near Georgia
From away from this bloodied land

A girl by the name of Linda
Has my son in her arms
And a hand on her hip
And planting little vinca's

Is waiting for me.

There is no glory in bloodshed
No honor in death and decay
But my husband is waiting for me
In Petticoat, Maine.

And even though we fought before I left
He's expecting me home
A kiss
And for my head on his chest

There is no glory in bloodshed
No glory in death and decay
But I'd give my very life for you
For I Have grown to love living
In the US of A
Dedicated to Dad
Is a rather large
Group of mothers, criminals and
the forgotten victims
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She searches among the masses, their daughter in her hands. Her dress a fluffy pink, her hair in a head band. They have never spent this long apart, never dreamed the hurt it would cause in their heart. When she had watched him leave, her body willed away her tears. While others had cheered. She continued to watch for a shave of brown, a think of dark/light green.She waited for him in dark/gray jeans. The masses continued, her heart falling with every step. Had some note been unanswered? Had something been left unsaid. Her eyes come alight with love, her hands holding a tiny, pink dove. This is it. She thinks quietly to herself, * "I hope you like little-bit"
About a woman with her daughter. The solider coming home did not know she was pregnant or that she had given birth.
There is no place like home
Where our roots have grown
Where speaking is only limited
By the words that you can make
Where you can go where you want
Because someone is buried in Arlington
Where life is precious
And victory is sweet
Where God smiled and thought,
*"Oh my that sure is pretty"
knowing him that (big) guy
(in the sky) will do
he can
to foil my plan but (as we
all know) even
the devil
has to
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— The End —