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Nomad Jul 2014
In the rain
we learn,
it's not about the wait,
waiting until it passes,
it's all about what we do,
to get off our sorry *****!

Aye indeed,
in this mamby-pamby world,
sleepy as it is,
we don't need to be another sleepy soul,
we need to learn what was like,
back when we were just kids!!

Dance in the rain,
splash in the puddles!
Play in the mud,
watch the things that scuttles!

The rain is a beautiful thing,
through the wind and storms,
see how we wither and shrink,
no fairer than the under worms!

The rain, breaks away the mightiest stone,
it humbles the proud,
and never a drop comes alone.

Starts with one,
some where, some how,
and washes away what was,
so we can focus on the now.

A beautiful rainbow,
at the end of the storm,
reminds us of our lives,
the company of each other,
the laughter that keeps us warm.

If only we learned to dance in the rain,
maybe we would learn,
there's much more to life,
than just the pain.

So smile and dance,
next time you see rain.
Don't you worry,
that sunny sky,
and colorful rainbow,
you'll both see again.
Nomad Jul 2014
Through the fire
we battle through
tho' it rages,
it's what we do.

The blood that stirs
inside our viens,
it runs deep and solid,
worth much more to us
then the simple gains.

We are baptized and blessed,
through the trials abroad,
we are made sturdy yet compromising,
unlike our God.

We are but tools,
in this life we gladly live,
as we learn it's not how much we take,
but by how we give.

Through the fire,
we are washed,
cleansed,
you might say,
because we always wait,
for the start of a new day.

Through the fire some harrow,
to put the blaze asunder,
all of them gave some,
but some gave all,
and are buried six feet under.

Through the fire,
we realize,
that we'll always rise through the ashes,
no matter the conflict,
no matter how many times,
our civiliztion clashes.

Through the fire,
we finally see,
that the importance of Man is not "I",
but rather the "WE"
of our humanity.

Through the fire we travel,
a long and narrow trail,
but even through the trials,
we know we shall prevail.
Nomad Jul 2014
Risks
we've all taken our share,
from test scores, to bets,
to simple double-dog dares!

Risky Risky,
Trimble and whisky,
ah what spirits shall quench
thy dying thirst?
What steed shall ye ride,
a Maverick or a Hertz?

Risks,
calculated and foolish,
brash and insane,
speeding down the highway,
weaving through a no passing lane.

There's room for both,
if you take your time,
What risk have you to be,
cut short of yours?

Risk.
Risk it all, and win the lot,
or risk it all, to find the empty ***?

The risk is yours
for you to choose.
Fate decides now,
shall you win?
Or shall you lose?
Nomad Jul 2014
Finding you,
was no simple task,
finding you,
made me lose my flask!
Bah, humbug!
Blast and bother all!
I took many a trips,
and much more falls!

But in finding you,
I've managed to do,
things I didn't imagine,
knew things I never knew!

In finding you,
which again was no walk in the park,
I've learned to find the light,
to light the path in the dark.
I've learned to fight for myself,
and others along the way.
I've learned to finally endure,
the tortures of everyday.

Because in finding you,
every tears, blood, and sacrifice I made and shed for you,
could not compare to when,
I finally found.
You.

That's all it took to open my eyes,
to see the color in,
the bright bluey skies.
One simple touch of your hand on mine,
to set my path straight,
one solid narrow line.
I don't mind,
all the pain I've gone through,
I'll go again gladly,
so long as it leads to you.

So dear, my dear,
please stay by my side,
together we stand, to multiply,
and for us to never ever
divide.
Nomad Jul 2014
What a wonderful wonderful day,
to go outside to play,
be it sun or be it rain,
be anything,
and come what may!

Tell me something exciting,
tell me something new!
Something about your past,
or anything will do.

What a day it is today,
now wouldn't you say so too?
But then again you wouldn't notice it,
if tweet, and text, and chat all day,
is all that you do.

Smell the roses, drink a sip of coffee,
remember laughing until it hurts?
Remember what it was like?
To just be happy?

Now we're all sad little people,
clinging closer to our phones and I-Pads,
now we just don't care for each other any more,
now that we have our little do-dads.

I see I've at least piqued your interest,
at least thus far at least.
How this has captured your attention,
the words on this screen,
the digital, addictive beast.

This. Drug.

We can live without it,
so we say,
but how are we so attached to it,
day by blessed day?

Heaven knows why we've lost our senses,
Lord only knows when we've traded summer times,
for texting romances.

What a day it is outside,
as I watch from my window,
the trees sway in time,
with the grass in the meadow.

Let the water laugh as it tumbles through the brook,
and let us enjoy the day together,
if only you would just look.

What a day.
What--a--day.
Nomad Jul 2014
On the other side,
there seems to be a wall,
on the other side
is where you'll take a fall.

Now which is it you'd like?
To hurt a little and stope to wonder?
Or would you like to finally fly for just a moment,
to be buried six feet under?

Well it's rather a pickle,
oh yes, rather riddle,
unfortunately my friend there doesn't seem to be a middle.

See have a fear
of coming in last,
thinking that we must be there,
we must act fast!

Roll the die! And cast your fortune,
do all your research for years and only come to ruin.

On the other side you have,
possibly a greener grass,
planted by the dead, who died en mass.
So by all means, take the greener grass,
but as for me...I think I'd rather pass.

Be content yet strive for more,
look for more opportunities!
Just be careful to whom opens the door.
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