I'll keep this brief, short, simple, concise!
There. Now I'm done...wasn't that nice?

No more shall you say
"Why has this happened to me?"
Because tough, Jesus asked his Father why the Forsaken one was He.
He died on the Cross, to take your sins,
and now He asks you to count your blessings and don't let the Devil count his wins.
You'll lose, you'll falter, you'll stumble and fall,
but that doesn't mean you're beaten, or lost, no. Not. At. All.

No more shall you weep,
huddled on the floor or when you go of to sleep!
No more shall you stand by to take each blow, without so much as a fight,
no more shall you wait in the shadows, scared of the light.

No more will I stand by and watch a stranger friend have to suffer,
no more shall I sit idle and lame, while the others have no such buffer.

So here I stand,
I offer you my hand.
Take it in friendship,
take it with love,
Because this is the command,
from my Heavenly Father, God, up above.

Stand up, take charge.
Time for the little, to be the large.

I will
Promise you the things, I know that I can keep,
here in our house, on this bed where we sleep.
I will
Never let you go
Never let my feelings show
because my pride is too much for even me to handle,
I stumble in the dark looking for a light, to light the candle.
I Will
Always be your friend
even up to the never end.
We've a long road ahead,
and this road never stops, even after that we are dead.
I will
be faithful always, to you and you alone,
because for you and only you, I'll take the beating of any stick or stone.
I lay down my life, I put my heart in the care of your hands,
Do not drop it, or break it, or share it, because no one understands.
I will
Be your best friend, one of a kind indeed,
One day we'll have it right together, one day I shall succeed.
I know it's a long way from there,
but believe me when I say that there's more that I'm able to bare.

I will never give up, never surrender, to a world that's so defiant,
sooner or later, the wee little man, will grow to be the giant.
We shall show the world, exactly what we're made of,
we're made from the best of divine qualities, and the best of that, is Love.
I will teach
I will preach,
I will do what must be done,
But hurry, hurry now, before the setting sun.

I will however, take a break once in a while,
and just watch the birds fly mile after mile,
Or see how the people go about, shuffling their feet,
hard strained to see a smile, with strangers that they meet.
So here I will sit, to watch the world spin 'round,
so here I will sit, and not make a sound.

I dare say, I've said quite a lot,
perhaps too much, but too little all the same,
back to bed with you now, away with your silliness, you lads and ye dames.
I will promise you something, that you'll not forget so soon.
That tomorrow when you awake and arise,
that even when at your best or your worst, you'll always have the bluey skies.
Look at the sky, be they cloudy or be it as it may,
so far I've seen there's one thing that'll always stay.

I will
let you leave,
if that's what you wish.
Or perhaps a friendly game of, what is it, Go-Fish?
HA.

If you're reading this, or stumbled upon this by chance,
then you've done a good deed, allow me to explain, this fortunate happenstance!
You see my dear reader, you've done quite extraordinarily well,
because for each stroke of key, each dash of a pencil,
you've created something unique, and different, and altogether wonderful!
You've bravely and boldly put out one foot, and followed close with the other,
you, dear reader, are a name among many, child, brother, sister, father, or mother.
You've done it, yes I must say you have indeed,
you've broken the barrier, for with words, here you exceed!
Exceed beyond expectations, beyond the crushing blow,
the world tried to stamp you out, but it didn't work, I'm sure you know.
Because here you are! Still standing, sitting, living right there!
And you still have a set of lungs to breath, that sweet, smoggy, air!
Ah yes, all jest aside,
no, no, my friend stay but a little while longer! No need to run or hide!

Ah yes my friend what a splendid job you've done,
doing what many others, would not dare to have begun!
You're life of longing, all your wishes and fears alike,
you've written them all out, now you speak them through the mike.
Here you are, in your own little world, secluded, or so it seems,
here where you sit and read, the others hopes and dreams.
So sit on again,
come back to me my friend,
and we'll find out just what you've done, and what needs doing,
and don't bother about the work, there's no other place that's going.

You've exposed yourself, naked on this page,
you've said it all, the hate, hurt, the happiness, and the rage.
You've cried tears of joy, and let the river of pain flow on,
You've even stayed awake for this, well past the crack of dawn.
You've helped others see, what they could not see in themselves at all,
what bravado, what commitment, what gallantry, what gall!
So here you are, reading this silly little poem,
and you have a choice to make, to stay isolated and alone, or give a chance to know'em!

So I suppose you've done a heroic thing, by stepping outside the box,
your words, they flow and they dance, they trot just as the fox.
I will not ask for what does the fox speaketh to you,
I'm just saying, you've done well my friend, I sincerely mean it, I do.

Now off with you then. Time to fire up your kindled fire,
let the world know, of what you really, truly, desire!
You've got a world to conquer, not by sticks nor by stone,
but by the blood of your body, and the spirit in your bone!
So go on, tally **! Charge on unto the breach,
the little man lacks the voice, so its time for you to teach!
God bless you, your face which I may never meet,
God bless the things you do, and may you always stand upon two feet!

A mistake?
You believe I've made one? Hmm, come with me and we shall see.
You believe I've mistaken you for someone else, that once was that person I once knew?
That's what you believe, do you?
And why's this, that after all these years that I would change my mind,
just to come over and "waste" my time?
I dare say my friend, you've got it all wrong,
for you see I'm here for you because it's been so long!
Let's get to know each other, see how much things have changed,
and what, I wonder, had survived and stayed the same?

I won't love you any less, or hate you anymore,
I'll just be a little disappointed when I come knocking on your door.
Don't tell me I'm mistaken, for the person I know you still are,
Well even if they're on holiday, they couldn't have gone too far.
So let me again hold your hand dear friend,
and let me tell you of the times, follow along now, or just pretend.
One day even after we meet and part ways, so sad,
One day you'll look up and think, of that friend, so glad!

I'm not your shadow, no I've a life to live too,
but just don't think, not for a blasted moment!, that I've made a mistake,
befriending,
you.

There was never a memory
I could not fit into my pocket.
I collected them like rocks on a beach,
leaving footprints and taking stones.
I wasn’t prepared for the day
when that pocket would get a hole in it;
that when I reached in to reminisce
on smooth cool memories
I would find only jagged rocks
that cannot or have not
had the chance to be worn down by sand and time.
Sometimes I will forget
what is in that pocket,
and in a moment of doubt I’ll go to hold those stones tight
coming up with only cuts on my palms.
There are memories and rocks
that I can’t put in my pocket,
that I need to keep  in my hand,
to remind myself of another time
and another place.
But my fingers can only stretch so far
and can only hold so much.
It is impossible to keep just the good
Things will fall,
lost to the waves spreading themselves out against the shore.
Sometimes, you’ll find a new stone that fits
more perfectly in your grasp than the last.
Don’t be afraid to move on.
And leave things behind.
Take the smooth with the jagged.
See the scars written across your skin as lessons and stories.
And remember
to leave footprints.

And through the night
We will fight
We pray to see the next dawns light
Caught in trenches huddled tight
Our brotherly blight
The enemy's spite
To return to sons and fathers
To hold our mothers and daughters
To see freedom never fade
This is why tonight we pray