It just takes one
to brighten your day
from a passing stranger
or a good friend

It just takes one
to make a your day
from a friendly stranger
or a close friend

It just takes one
to darken your day
from a hurried stranger
or a bold friend

It just takes one
to ruin a day
from an angry stranger
or a not-so-close friend

Black
Cold's dark servant
where nightmares are born
lifeless, chilling
        *Red
        Love's fierce anger
        heated licks of flames
        lurid, twisted
                White
                Hero's pure rage
                warrior of the blessed
                blinding, holy
                        Blue
                        S­ky's transient calm
                        pacifistic mind
                        passing, soothing
                                Grey
             ­                   Storm's middle ground
                                fog's muddled embrace
                                clouding, shifting
                                        Brown**
    ­                                    Life's steadfast fort
                                        earthen defender
                                        steady, sturdy

Wobbling three legged tables
where the bearded bald men are
sitting upon the legs of standing chairs
while telling local tales heard abroad
recalled from memories long forgot

Like stories from a ******* genius's journal
read in public by the town's blind doctor
clearly translated by a girl who was mute
to a man listening with old deaf ears

Or the one of the parched fisherman drowning
who was seen from a distance by a nearsighted man
that sent his lame messenger running to get help
and was reeled in by the fish he had caught on his line.

But none were as simply complicated
as the one of the bearded bald men
whose sitting stools stood tall as they sat
and whose three legged table wobbled.

We march onward, seemingly forever
To carry out our nations endeavor
To protect our religion and our freedom
From our enemies and their heathendom
We do not want to give our lives for you
But we fight for a nation, so may our weapons strike true

You stare as he sleeps
plotting your next move
to recapture his place
and the end of the room
where he lays his head
on his soft pillow
jealous of the sound
of his snores, loud they billow

You have learned his habits;
his tricks and his traits,
what gets him alert
and what makes him sedate.
So you wait and you plan
so sinister and cruel
to get that sleeping dog
to wake up and drool

You set your plan in motion
by licking your food bowl
according to the plan
in a move so foul
and he wakes and moves
to see whats for dinner
and when he moves you steal
his bed of pillows, and you're the *winner!

Flames

So bright
so high
giving birth
to  heat
warmth giving
breath stealing
wonder and awe

Flames

Man's pain
destroyer of hope
life stealing
pain dealing
crushing, burning
families broken
memories gone
colors mocking
it crackling song

Flames

Bringing together
bon-fires
get togethers
thrilling, grilling
meats turning
corn popping
chocolate delights
lovers ignites
cuddles, snuggles
without struggles

I remember the time
that our love was strong
and we thought of the future
never pausing, never wrong
about the feelings we had
singing our love song

But distance separated
and the past became the foreword
and we met new people
and our lives continued onward
finding ourselves new loves
so we could move forward

We are happy where we are
but sometimes I think
of what could have been
should have been, us on the brink
spending the rest of our lives
together, two hearts in sync

And when I am with the one
who I am going to be with forever
for the rest of eternity, I am strong
but when I was alone I would still favor
the thoughts of us, longing to be
oblivious, just longing to endeavor

It was hard for me to live
with a heart that is torn apart
between the love of your life
and the love of your heart
wishing we could go back
and give our life a restart

I realize that we can never be
but I am not upset, fate has align
I am faithful to the core, tried and true
And this pain her touch can make resign
And while your face is in my dreams
when I wake I kiss the face of my Caroline