Nomad

Nomad Apr 2014

We've all had that day...
when we've got our first something.
Our first allowance,
pet,
home,
kiss.

Ah what a feeling
the feeling of bliss.

Those are the days that we should,
oh we really should reminisce.

It's those times that made us cry, laughing as our guts were on the floor,
it's the times we ran ourselves, straight into the door.
The ones where we were fools, just trying to get by,
the ones that makes us regret, ever saying good-bye.

That day,
when we finally realize,
those days are in the past,
that day when we realize, there's no way to make it all last.

O r is there?
Why, a picture's worth a thousand words, why waste it on your selfies?
When you have friends and scenery alike, to hang up as your trophies?
You think it's worth keeping, a small little memory like those days,
because there aren't too many times you can have memory replays.

That day when you're old,
crippled and aged, no longer young and beautiful as you were,
is the day you must admit, did you waste your life away, or did you cause quite the stir?
Did you stir in people's hearts, your compassion and understanding?
Or will people remember you, if they can, as heartless and demanding?

That's the day you come to terms with yourself,
perhaps a day much too late,
where you realize, uh oh, no more shiny gate.

I'm not waiting for that day,
as I make them my moment anyway.
I share them with others, as best as I can,
because I'm just one, fragile little man.

I can't wait to see heaven, with all my friends and family around,
to hear the glorious trumpets, all ringing with that beautiful sound.

Remember that day.
Do you remember that day?
Don't you wish for it again?
It'll be that day....when?

Nomad Apr 2014

Remember?

Remember what it's like?

To lay down in the sun?
Just knowing, that for a moment's rest, that even this you fought and won?
The soft smooth blanket, of warmth upon your skin,
the great warm feeling, simply settling in.

Then came the breeze, and how it soothed the small little scorches,
it almost made you feel, like back on the ol' time porches!
And how the two came together, fit hand in hand indeed,
then you cracked a smile, allowing rest and sleep, to proceed.

Alas, the rest was short, however long it actually was,
before you heard the commotion, and stirred to the buzz.
No one around, your secret little haven, your shrine, your own,
but felt a slight shiver, a shiver to the bone.
A storm was approaching, and fast it came too!
You were a bit ways from home, and didn't know what to do!

So you ran towards cover, the rain began to pour,
it was a shame, and a blessing, it was only nothing more.
So you ran towards a tree, not knowing where else to go,
but you weren't alone as you thought, little did you know.

The first thunder was heard, and you already soaked wet,
I can remember it now, you would blush if you saw yourself that day I bet.
The next clap came loudly, a flash through the sky,
that very tree let loose, a small boy who then on the ground he'd lie.

Well we gave each other quite the fright,
you yelled, if not screamed, quite loudly, at the rather odd little sight.
I backed up fast, as to not scare you more,
only to hit the very tree, that gave me that painful sore.

The rain is still coming,
there's no where to run,
thankfully for us,
it was a friendship, just waiting to be begun.

Remember?

Nomad Apr 2014

Little Things

Like the memories of sleeping until noon,
where all you had to do, was smile and do good, and you're home real soon.
Learn a little something, it wasn't too bad,
you got to see your friends, weren't you glad?

That little park, with swings so small now,
you used to think you could touch the sky, but you don't know how.
That little place, over by the creek,
it's where you and the others hung out, each and every summer week.

It's the small thing you notice every time that you pass,
now it's all gone, covered with stained window glass.
You never knew what you had, was actually gold,
you never really knew, the treasure you had, had the privilege to hold.

The dog you had, now dead and gone, so long, so long,
now you miss it's dreaded howling song.
Those friends you had in High School, eh, they were okay,
some were best dropping, it was better off that way.
But some you wish, you could see one last time,
oh how sweet that would be, much more melodious than any rhyme.

The little things count, from every step and smile of the day,
everything counts, in some little way.
So watch for the little things,
aye the children too,
because they know not what it means to live and miss the little things,
just like you do.

Those little things.

Nomad Apr 2014

For the Fallen

The fallen,
those who have fought before,
those who fought to allow us to do much more.

The fallen,
from grace and glory,
this is for the fallen, this is their story.

They who came before, fought ever so valiantly,
this we can say, ever so proudly.
Aye, 'tis true, that none ever were perfect, their sins and faults a plenty,
but they filled their hearts with courage, valor and vigor, never to be empty.

The fallen has fought, a fight so cruel,
some have fought each other, to the death was the duel.
Never have we faced such a foe,
a foe such as this,
for if we take them lightly,
then our aim we are sure to miss.

The fallen has told us of untold treasures,
but those were just stories of old, of unknown pleasures.
We've yet to find, even a hint, a speck, a sign,
for it is tonight in the fires of the hottest Hell, tonight in blood we dine.

The fallen stood bravely,
against the wind and cold,
they stood their ground against the fires, their bodies weak but spirit bold.

Oh how we are, not much like the rest,
but it is our goal, our aim, to be one of the best!
We stand here today, on the same ****** soaked soil,
we shall never waver, never give up, never surrender,
because we fight, for another day to be together.

One day, on the final battle of this God-forsaken war,
we shall finally have to cry, weep, no more.
Death, our final enemy, shall be at last be put down to rest,
and God our head shall say, "Children, you've done your best."
And that day the fallen shall rise,
no more to plow the farm,
no more shall we worry, no more the threat of harm.

I pray for us still,
the fighters that soldier on,
for this song was for the fallen, the ones that are dead, and gone.

Can I get a good Oorah?

Nomad Apr 2014

The Voice I Heard

There's a voice I heard
echoing in the wind,
the voice I heard,
that repeats and rescind.

There's a voice that calls,
calls to me, my love,
the voice that calls to me and says, "Come back, fight your way to me!"

There's a voice out there,
that rings sweet and true,
a voice out there, that tells me what to do.

The voice can sing,
a melodious tune,
it rings through the nippy air,
as I stare at the face of the moon.

This is the voice that calls my name,
this is the voice who stays the same,
through age and time, it doesn't matter,
for when ever she calls, it makes me sadder.

Oh wondrous siren, how you sing your sweet lullaby,
but how I long for a single touch,
but how I know, for when I do, I surely shall die.

The voice I heard, and hear yet still in my head,
the laughter, that echoes, echoes, and echoes, even as I lie in bed.

The voice I hear, that calls to me,
is a voice I wish to see.

The voice of sweet spring and summer,
the voice that belongs
to only her.

Nomad Apr 2014

I heard...

So a little bird told me,
okay not a bird really,
that you were having trouble,
okay so I read it, lie number double.

I know it's hard, what you're going through,
but don't take me wrong, it's not like I know you!
Sure we don't know each other at all, in fact some say its rather creepy,
but it hurts my heart to know, that some where you're getting weepy.

So look i'm here to help, through what ever message I hope to send,
it's my duty as a privilege, to one day call you friend.
I hope that this helps in some small way,
to help ease the pain of the day.

You said it's been hard I know,
but blaming others or yourself, is quite absurd.
I wish you well, or even better,
consider this, a sort of love letter.

And take to heart every word I've said,
because I meant each and every one, from heart to head.

Now sleep in peace my little bird,
I know your troubles some,
but only from what I've heard.

Nomad Apr 2014

Tonight is Bottoms Up!

It's not what you think
in any sense at all,
cause last time I drank,
down to the depths of the stairs I fall!

Fell would be more correct,
if I had any sense at all,
but oh well, oh well,
at least I'm standing tall.

Tonight is bottoms up,
no drinks or games tonight,
it's just time for me to get a good view,
of the twinkling starlight.

The ones I see up there,
way up in the sky,
it's the one I love to see,
the one that's in your eye.

Bottoms up,
my heart turned all around,
If I'd dare to put in in your hand,
I know that it'll stay found.

Bottoms up,
I have no worries tonight,
cause we have each other as friends, maybe more,
nothing to worry about, not now, so let's stay till morning's light.

Bottoms up everyone,
let's spread the cheer,
tonight think nothing more of troubles,
do away with the fear.

Just think.
Tonight is bottoms up.
I'll pour you some brand of happiness,
just go and grab your cup.

And smile.