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Nomad May 2014
Where were you,
when I took my first steps?
Where were you,
when I breathed
my first conscious breath?
When I said my first word,
all so very alone,
where were you,
that my hear turned to stone?

You with your "Job",
so busy yet so dead,
where were you,
to tuck me to bed?
Where were you,
to check for monsters in the dark,
where were you,
to drive us for ice cream
in the
park.

Where?

You were gone,
always away,
you were always busy,
you could never stay.
You were nothing more than a blur to me
you were the father,
I could never see.

Then on my fifth birthday,
you gave me a wink,
you left out the door,
not another word
leaving my heart to sink.

Like an eager dog,
I hoped you would return,
but then you left me with
my three other siblings,
but then again,
that wasn't any of your concern.

The only thing that kept
us from being lost in foster care,
was that I was always ready,
even when mom wasn't all there.
With her breath so foul
that it made it seem like a small aroma,
but when she slept, she slept,
like she was in a coma.

But you knew that didn't you?
You didn't find,
the pretty girl you once knew,
she was growing older,
and that just wouldn't do.
So on you moved to some pretty little thing,
you even went as far
as to buy her diamond ring.

Well pa,
I just wanna say thanks,
because now I'm numb,
to all of life's silly little pranks.
I'm more mature than I could have ever hoped to be,
I've taken the parent role alone,
but I bear the mark proudly.

Sure it hurts, when I look at the broken frame,
to think if we were an actual family,
well
it just wouldn't be the same.

You were gone,
gone,
away from the house,
because you're eyes and heart was always wandering,
always free to roam,
while I was here,
in this little place
called
home.

Now look where I am,
as a full grown man,
I'm doing better,
then all the rest say they can.
You've taught me things,
even when you were away,
I don't even regret it,
when you left that day.

You've made me, who I am today,
even in your absence,
you've given me lessons
that I wouldn't dare trade for any other way.

Look us now,
the children you had left on their own,
look at your children, all with their phones.
We grew up with nothing, with a broken house and broken dreams,
but your other kids grew up with everything they wanted,
everything...it seems.

I'm not sorry that it came out like this,
no I'm not even mad,
even on your deathbed, on your forehead I'll kiss,
because you're the only father I've ever had.
I love my other siblings, illegitimate or otherwise,
I'll tell them what I've told the others for so long,
nothing but lies.

So here's my letter,
to you my dear father,
for all the times when I didn't know what to do,
for all the times when I asked
"Where. Were. You?"

Gone.
No, not daddy issues, my man is a sweet ol' man whose been with me my whole life, loyal to the family and his wife. Completely work of fiction. But I appreciate any comments regardless!
Nomad May 2014
Give me a piece
a peace to your heart,
give me a place
so that our love
can start.
Give me a piece
a piece of your mind,
give me your peace
and leave your worries behind.

Give me your hand,
and I'll show you the world,
up from above, and below the sand,
give me your feet
and I'll not lead you astray,
give me you,
so we can go on our way.

Give me a piece
of the peace you hold dear,
give me something,
anything,
let's start a friendship right here.

And so our friendship
will bloom like flowers
in the spring,
it'll come like the weather,
with all the sun and rain,
and the wind that sings.

Give me a piece of your peace
my love,
and I'll show you what heaven
is really made of.

It's not made out of gold,
or silvery things,
it's not even worth,
its worth in diamond
rings.

It's made out of love,
and pieces of peace,
it's the whispers of the wind
that plays in the trees.

It's the sweet ringing laughter
when you laugh in my ear,
it's when I hear you,
your sweet voice my dear.

A piece of peace,
is all that I need,
because that's all it takes,
is one little seed.

So give me a piece of your peace
my friend,
and I'll stand by it
never to
end.

A Piece
of
Peace.
Nomad May 2014
Sing me a song,
of your life, and mine
sing the song of joys and pains,
sing me a tune
about right and wrong.

Sing me the song
of places we've been to
the places we have not
yet seen,
sing me the melody,
of places we've not yet been!

Sing me the song
of the troubles you've had,
the slow melancholy music,
of what's made you so sad,
sing me hymn of tears,
that you've cried each night
when you tear yourself from the inside
and how you give in without a fight.
Sing me that ode.

Sing to me the songs,
of your victories!
Sing me the triumphant blare,
of your histories!
The songs of your life
where you stood tall
head up high!
The songs of your life
where you felt you could
fly!

Sing me a song
of friend of mine
sing me a song
let me hear every
line.

Sing me a song.
Nomad May 2014
That's all you wanted.
Just
to be
heard.
But now you're feeling
just a little
bit
disturbed.

Because all you ever wanted was
to be heard.
That you matter to someone
that you matter so much
to someone at all.
Anyone.
All you wanted
was to be
heard.

You gave him every thing,
your skin, your body, your soul,
but still he just looked at you
and asked for you to do
as you are
told.

You scream and shout
but lose your voice in the process
you wanted so badly just
to be heard.

Well little girl,
let me tell you,
that your tears were not shed in vain
that I know that the tears you shed,
were from all your pain.

I'm here to help
carry you home.
I'll hear you, I'll listen,
much more than anyone ever could,
because I love the sound of your voice,
I'll carry you farther than anyone else would.

When you just wanted to be heard,
you started shedding tears,
what will happen
when you run out
in the coming years?

I've heard you cry,
your sorrows and woes,
let me tell you, I'm here for you,
as far as our friendship goes.

Forever.

Because we all
just wanted
to be heard.

Some come
and fly away
away with me
my sweet, sweet,
little bird.
Nomad May 2014
On my way to seeing you,
I've met a small boy
who was feeling blue,
so I thought I might let him tag along,
not knowing exactly what to do.

So he came without a moment's thought,
I shared with him my own Popsicle,
to keep him cool from the summer's hot.

We then picked up,
along the way,
a little girl, who had wandered too far that day.

So naturally, I inclined to share,
the Popsicle I had saved for you,
sorry-but-not-really, because I learned her name was Claire!

The boy then spoke rather quickly,
that his name was Liam,
and my he said it proudly!

So there we were, the three of us,
all on our way to meet you,
without a fuss.
Okay the day was hot,
it burned right through my skull,
fact the matter was,
I had just given both the Popsicles.

But it was worth it,
seeing your face,
waiting for me at the doorway,
with a wide smile I could trace.

You looked at the children with such fondness too,
I wondered and asked,
what we were going to do?

"We'll share us our picnic! I've brought plenty to share,
In fact let's have our little party,
right over there!"

You said with delight,
you chased the children down the road,
your laughter so sweet,
your voice so light.

So we played the role of Mom and Dad,
and it was the best,
the best time I've ever had.

We were only kids ourselves,
we didn't even have a clue,
with what to do with these two!

So after we ate, and cleaned up the mess,
the sun was setting,
here comes the darkness.

The children were tired,
so we asked while we could,
where they called home,
so we could take them to their neighborhood.

And so they told us,
all so sleepily,
I carried one,
and you carried the other happily.

I'll never forget that night,
the night we went on our way,
feeling like proud accomplished parents,
that had a lot of fun that day.

I wouldn't know what would have happened,
had I not run into them that day,
but I wouldn't change a single thing,
as i walked along the road that way.

We dropped Liam off,
then next little Claire,
then under the pale moonlight,
we simply just stood there.

God let me live,
to see that moment one more time,
and so concludes this poem,
and so ends this rhyme.

As I must be on my way.
Nomad May 2014
You're going to have to
try harder than that
if you're trying to push me away,
and run so fast.

You gotta try harder,
than what you're doing right now.
Because you're stuck with me,
just don't ask why or how.

This is who I am,
and I know who you used to be,
but you're still my friend
at least a friend to me.

Doesn't matter what we've been through,
because we give each other chit,
This is what real friends do,
this I have to admit.

I'm full of love,
living on that hype,
if you can't stand me,
I guess I'm not your type.

But that doesn't matter
because a friend for you
I am.
Try harder than that,
it hurts,
but I honestly don't give a...

Where has the time gone?
All of our precious memories,
it seems to me that you prefer to be alone,
your heart some where lost in the seas.

Drowning, drowning, your heart sinks right through,
you're so angry, cold and bitter,
you want companionship so badly,
but don't know what to do.

Well, if this is your way of showing love
and askin' for a bit a help,
you've sure got a funny way of showin it.
But hey, try harder, I'll take every single hit.

You're gonna have to try harder than that,
I'm doing all I can,
I'm waiting for you
right in the middle,
just reach and grab my hand!

Try harder, do more!
This is our fight now,
let's settle the score!
C'mon, c'mon! I need you as much as you need me,
just try a little harder, push past the wall of Ice and
see.

That yes it's possible.
That you can finally be
happy.

So Try harder than that.
That's all that I ask.

Now Do.
Nomad May 2014
"We shoot the sick, the young, the lame,
We do our best to maim,
Because the kills all count the same,
****** sticks to kids.
Chorus: ****** sticks to kids,
****** sticks to kids.
Flying low across the trees,
Pilots doing what they please,
Dropping frags on refugees,
****** sticks to kids.
Goods in the open, making hay,
But I can hear the gunships say,
"There'll be no Chieu Hoi today,"
****** sticks to kids.
See those farmers over there,
Watch me get them with a pair,
Blood and guts just everywhere,
****** sticks to kids.
I've only seen it happen twice,
But both times it was mighty nice,
Shooting peasants planting rice,
****** sticks to kids.
******, son, is lots of fun,
Dropped in a bomb or shot from a gun,
It gets the ***** when on the run,
****** sticks to kids."
NOT Mine but I thought it was interesting.
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