I hear you, I see you,
but I dare not say to you.
"Hey. I love you."
It's so simple, but it never really is.
So I stand here at the corner of happy and healthy, waiting for...you.
Sketchy.
Oops.
Let's try this again.
I hear you, I see you,
but I dare not say to you,
what is really beating in my heart, and what echos in my head.
I talk to you and I stutter,
you leave the room, and I begin to shudder.
You're the color in my world, the music, the life,
because I'm looking for not a fling, but really for a wife.
If that kind of commitment really scares you,
I won't apologize for what is true.
Because now that you (don't) know about how I really feel, inside my soul
I have a hole here now, from the heart you just stole.

Okay too cheesy? Let's put it this way.
Simple and Clear.
Be mine forever, to cherish and to hold,
in sickness and in health,
until death do we never part,
because I'll chase you up to heaven,
because you'll still tease me with my heart.

One day, I'll share with you all of these, as quirky as they may be.
But one day I'll build the nerve to ask you, to always stay with me.

Hair down, chin up!
That's what I ask, that you don't give up!
To the girl crying inside the stall,
or the one that's overcompensating, shopping spree at the mall.
Hair down, chin up, for your sake not mine,
I want you to walk, in a great straight line.
Take no more deviations, off the path,
fill your world with love, and do not participate in it's reveling wrath!
I say to you, mother of 1, 2, 3, 5 or more,
do not ever, close your door.
Lock the front, guard the back, but listen mother, to your children today,
for you do not know, how much longer you or they, may stay.

To the lonely wife, and with a husband now gone for so long.
Hold on tight to his memories, and pray to make much more,
and to him and only him, should ever open the door.
Times will test you, trials will be hard,
and never ever ever, throw down the give-up card.
Because he'll need you more than ever, and I hope that you do know this,
that for ever day he's gone, he longs for 10 fold, for a kiss.

To the young girls around the age, of aging immaturity,
I plead to you to think it over, know when you are ready.
Perhaps you love him, with all your heart and soul,
but do not lose sight, of an average person's goal.
Love grows fonder when practiced with care,
you are young yet, and troubles have yet to begun, will either of you still stand there?

Perhaps this is a rambling of a senile old man,
or do I speak at least a modest truth, as simple as I can?
I'll let you decide as to where the story leads,
these are little food for thought, the thought that I feed.

Now look up, and around, soon as this song is done,
open your eyes anew, your story has just begun.
Where ever you go, whomever you're in the company of,
Hair Down, Chin up, and never ever, give up on love.

We the Few
stand below the many,
trampled, and beaten, pushed down, and forgotten.
We look up above and ask one thing, with what little pride left,
a tear in our eyes,
why?
Because they hate us? Because they can? Because they choose too? Because...we are few?

No more, not today, nor any more from now!
I say to you, to us! Rally up and throw up the banner, sound the battle-cry!
No more I say, no more! No more shall we have to live just to die!
Today is new, so must we be!
For we are the few, that the many must see!
We'll call up the cry in the name of peace and justice for all,
we shall then see, the righteous as it is, as justice stands blind and tall!
Let the Liberty Bell Ring, for you and me!
Let us, The Proud and Few!, Let us finally be free!
Let me a-test to you, my fellow brothers and sisters, alone no longer we stand!
For together we cry, hear our voices!, together hand-in-hand!

But let us not be hypocritical, to even our oppressors,
for what better are we than them, if we treat them like our lessers?
So rally the troops, raise high the banner, sound the horns all-round,
let each and every voice, sing high and low, the freedom sound.
The tyrants shall fall, given time,  and through the trials that'll be,
for we shall make our names known, of the Few...that is We.

Try Again!
Don't give up!
Never surrender!
And Wash up for Sup!
Never forget, always remember!
These are the words you hear, every September!
What ever is told, you're told to keep,
But there's a song I hear about waking him after his sleep.
They'll push you down, cause you let down your guard,
you get back up and fight twice as hard.
They'll tell you that your goal isn't worth it,
well who is it that they should decide!
When things get tough, are you one to run and hide!?
Well?!....Okay maybe once and a while, sure, whatever, so what who cares!
Do something greater, deserving those stares!
Show them humility, can always topple pride!
Hehe that's the first step, and we've got a long ride.
Alright, feet on the ground, chin back up,
not to high, just keep your nose clean,
avoid the politics, you know what I mean?
Be ready for anything, but relaxed and calm,
Offer peace and smiles, but prepare for the qualm.

Alright you should be set for now,
but as for the rest, I don't know how.
C'mon get moving, shuffle your feet.
You better not stand there, or else you'll be beat.

Try again, again and again.
Never lose hope, and never give in.

A fool's fool, yes indeed I am!
A fool's fool, much bitter-sweeter than pickled, honey ham!
So call upon me, by my name thrice,
So call upon me, just be quieter than mice!
Let me announce, your vainglorious announcement,
Let me announce, of your one true commitment!
I'll entertain the guests
and you can play hostess!
A princess in the castle, Queen and her kingdom,
and the fool of a fool, known for his star-dumb.
Yes you wait for your shining armor,
yet tested mettle, so brand spanking new,
And there you stand waiting, for your feet to be swept from under you!
So let me pull, the rug from there,
soon you'll see your feet in the air!
Allow me, my sweet hostess,
allow me, to show you a mirror, and show you the mess.
Ah yes, you've been busy else where, your mind was forgetful,
you've failed to account to keep your guests' bellies all full.
Now here they come, they come charging at the door,
but wait oh wait! What's this? What **?
You small little jester, has yet one more show!
A trick up his sleeve perhaps? An ace in the hole?
No my dear lady, I'm afraid you've just lost sight of the goal.
But never fear! Away from here!
We'll try again,
and try again.
To raise ourselves back to the top,
and try not to turn out,
to turn out such a flop?
A jester as always jesting as always,
just a jester, nothing more, and a smile because, I get to see you at all my plays.

So a fool's fool indeed I am,
Not so innocent you and I, aren't we lamb?

To the reader.
This shall be one of many-a letters to come,
this is to you, the happy, the sad, the awesome, the glum.
I do request, ever formally so, that you embark with me on a small adventure,
away, away, so far away we'll go.
Where you ask? Well it's not to far, but it really quite is, but where indeed,
don't ask me, I don't know!
Shall we go in search for treasures, spoils of wars long dead and forgotten?
Or shall we band together our merry men and women, to foil the villain!
Come away, come away! Oh reader imagine just imagine what we'll see,
Beautiful dreamer, won't you wake unto me?
There's a world so fantastic, just waiting to be found,
will we go in trumpets full a-toot, glorious and fantastic, or shall we sneak,
as to make not one sound?
Shall we find ourselves running from the Law?
Or shall we as friends, stand and fight the enemy, use shock! Make Awe!
I do say my reader, the sun is quite high,
surely this can't be our final goodbye?
Quite possibly we'll depart for a moment (or two!)
But as for me, well I'll just wait here. That's what I'll do!
I'm your voice inside your head, you silly little goose.
Now open up imaginations, and let your fingers type, set me loose!

Ah, I see you've stumbled upon a work of mine,
shall we be brothers, or sisters in arms? Or shall you be more, then, a gal so fine.
I respect your wishes, and follow your command.
But do not assume that your voice will accomplish, all you demand.
I'm not unreasonable, I'm not as unsightly,
but you'll see now that my morals are mighty.
So will this be a romance, or more of...
a tragedy?

So reader I dare say, I've really taken you away.
I promised you didn't I to take you there,
but oh dear, it seems, you've not moved anywhere!
Have you forgotten what time has passed?
Are you completely convinced? This wasn't half-fast?
So reader I must say my adieu's,
but fret not, for here I shall wait.
Wait.
For.
You.

Sure is rough out tonight,
sure is a long way, from being "alright".
So let me help you just wind on down,
I know you've been busy, comin' home from town.
Bills need paying, dryer needs fixin', and the kids drew all over the walls again.
Sorry 'bout that, but don't you worry none,
You can pay'em tomorrow, I'll get right fixed, and let the kids have fun.
Right now, kick off your heels, and out of your suit,
I promise, lil' Clara ain't breakin' your flute (not yet).
C'mon down with me, to the living room.
Here's our porch that's lookin' in, hey c'mon now and smile, no cause for doom.
Yeah sure, maybe I burnt the cake again, I blame it on the timer,
heck forget the cookin', we'll order from Dave, at that cook-out diner.
It's story time again, keep the kids busy, while I make the call,
now don't you worry none, I promise it won't take no time at all.
There's that smile,
I've been waiting so long.
And here's that tune on the radio, that I think ain't a song.
Sure beat me up, you say it alot, tell the town,
but ain't you happy now, you're windin' down?
Sun's comin' out again, there you are my good ol' pal,
guess the winds died out, wouldn't say, ol' gal?