Nomad

Nomad Mar 2014

To my dear, my love, and my life,
to the girl that I hope, will one day be my wife.
‘Tis Valentine’s day again, and I answer the call,
I present to you, pure and simple, my heart all in all.
Look well my dear, and hear it’s drumming,
it sings a song, a love song for you, for you it is humming.
I’ve kept this aside, for you my dear,
because when I’m with you, with you I have no fear.
I walk chest out and chin up, because I’m a lucky *******, that I am,
I have you and you have me, anyone else I could give a ****.
‘Scuse my language, I know you hate it so,
But I think it’s about time I showed the world how far our love can go.
Through the stretch of time and space, out to eternity,
God knew, it had to be just you, just you for me.
He sent you down, to meet me here,
My skies were dark, cloudy and all, yet you came with the sun and made it clear.
Your eyes shown, they pierced through it all, the gloom and doom.
You danced into my life and then it was just you and me, dancing in that room.
You led my feet, you held my hand, you kept my eyes, you heard my cry,
you told me to stay and I did, where you went so did I,
where I went there you were, right by my side.
I’m so lucky to have you, here in my life,
so here’s to the girl that I hope, will one day be my wife.

Nomad Mar 2014

Mascots of My Life

A Challenger, Challenging everything,
because everything was a challenge.
A goal was set, I continue to try to reach, do what I must to get there,
to over look one small thing.
And blow it all up.
The plans, they’re building, higher and higher,
higher they climb.
The higher they climb the harder they fall.
Fall, fall, falling they came down.
Nothing left.
Spartan was I, an old Spartan I am,
My shield is still on,
but my head is painted upon it.
For I hold, I hold my ground until the very end.
The very end I shall hold with my dying breath,
I shall not waver, in strength, courage, spirit, truth, loyalty…
What is loyalty? This question is asked when one can no longer trust his fellow
man.
I was a Spartan, my head upon my shield, and my shield up, as the rain of arrows and the trumpets of death may sound, I will not yield.
A Bulldog, an ugly creature, short, stocky,
yet ferocious in their fights, they show no emotion,
and their loyalty, unquestioning.
Their bite speaks louder than their bark.
Now I’m here, I hear,
Throw me a bone,
put me in the ring,
put up the lights,
watch me fight.
You see,
for
I am.
A Challenger, reaching for the stars
A Spartan, who held his ground.
A Bulldog, waiting for his next order.
These Are
the Mascots of my life.

Nomad Mar 2014

To My Friends

The Friends I've gained
And their trust I've lost
Their past I've stained
And at what cost?
It’s hard to believe they’re still here
Although I’m not the worst.
Second to family, they’re all I hold dear
IF they were to leave, I’m afraid my heart would burst.
There was another writing that I do remember.
*“Don’t stand in front of me
Because I might not follow.
Don’t stand behind me
Because I might not lead.
Just stand beside me and be my friend.
Would you?
To the very end?”

Nomad Mar 2014

The Fleeting Years

Friend, wait for me, and I’ll wait for you.
Friend, will you be there, whatever I do?
Friend, you say.
Will you stay?

Lover of my heart, there are no words for me to start.
Lover, I love you so, through happiness and woe.
Lover, I say to you, I say again
Will you be mine to the very end?

Child, sit down and talk to me.
Help me understand what you see.
Child, a perfect parent I’ll accept I am not.
But don’t put yourself away to rot.
Child you are not without mistakes,
Child you must learn if you give, they will take.
Let this lesson, child, always you learn be
Whatever happens, you will always have a family.

Nomad Mar 2014

Stand, Child.

Once a day,
we go to say.
"Hey."
Once upon,
a long long time,
we gave our friend our only dime.
Today we are,
but mere mortals of our sins.
We've corrupted our child,
the one we hide within.

No more, No more!
I say to this day.
No more, no more
I shall take my stand!
I shall join my friends, under the splendid sun,
together, hand in hand.

Together! Together!
Shall be the cry!
No more shall we work just to die.
Now we shall enjoy the finer things in life,
before we have lost it all, to trials and strife.

Child in me, such woe has he.
Let this be no more a plea to you,
then it is a question for forgiveness, only to me.

So let it happen that whatever may come, in fury and storm,
let it be that should it come by words or by stone.
Let it be known, that I will never
ever.
Ever stand alone.

— The End —