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Nomad Aug 2014
Scared and alone
you huddle by yourself,

Scared and alone,
you're left with nothing but the thoughts
of your own head.
A hollow voice
that remains.

A voice that is strangely familiar,
despairingly soothing,
and yet comfortably distressing.

Scared
and alone,
you're left with the problems of your past.
Come back to raise the dead.

A ravenous beast inside,
that has yet to be fed.

Yet in the deepest corners,
of the wondrous mind you have,
you find some peace.
A way to find comfort in the deafening silence,
to quell the noise,
to drown the monster.

To stay the fight. For even just a moment longer.

And for once, even a moment. You're not scared.

But you're still alone.
Thankfully.

So stay. Alone with your thoughts. And find comfort in some sleep.
For tonight we revel in the time together.
What little time we've left to keep.
Nomad Aug 2014
Come away come away with me
my lost love, my love's lost.

Come away come away to the road
the winding road, that winds with the wind.

Come away with me to the water,
give your self a chance to live once again,
away from the evil, away from the big bad men.

Come away take my hand,
i know that you're scared, this is an offer
not a demand.

Come away come away with me,
child of the night,
come small bird,
spread your wings
and let us take flight.
Nomad Aug 2014
A Clear summer's day!
Ah smell the breeze as it blows this way!

Can't you feel the excitement,
can't you feel the thrill!!
Can't you feel the way,
that you just can't sit still?

Listen! Hark, and Listen!
The birds do sing!
And watch as the bees go and gather,
the pollen from flowers 'round,
for their sweet, sweet honey to bring!

The children, the children!
Here they come down the street!
They run on their little feet now,
trying to stop the ice cream man
in every way they know how!

They whoop and holler,
they shout and cajole,
they cry out in earnest and pleading now,
to stop the ice cream man's roll!

Ah, listen now as they crowd around the familiar tune,
soon they'll all have their goodies now, ah yes, very soon!

Now watch them go,
walk off the way they came,
come with me dear,
it's time we did the same!

We'll follow 'long, just for a moment or so,
oh if you insist,
if you really must know.

Yes they are,
they're here,
err rather there.
On the playgrounds and swings,
as they slip on the slides,
and climb on other things.

Yes my dear,
one day one of our own shall run,
fall, scrape their knees and hands,
cry to you or me,
as we run as fast as we can.

One day
on a Summer's Day so clear,
yes one day we will have one,
maybe a few--

Yes Dear.

Let's just enjoy this Summer's Day...
this day so clear.
Nomad Aug 2014
They're testing!
Please stay silent!

They're testing now!
You must be compliant!

You must not be near them,
nor usher another word,
for do not question our authority,
to do would be quite absurd!

We are the monitors,
of the very test they take now,
this test will be the tipping factor of their life,
just don't ask me how!

They must know this information,
that they're teach has instilled for years!
It's the only hope for them now,
oh my the little dears!

Just think,
if they had no tests,
just how would they cope!
OH the tragedy of it all,
united they'll never be!
Divided they surely will fall!

No, no no! That must not come to pass!
We must give them tests,
in order to pass the class!
If they do not know it now,
then how do we assure their future?
For if you ask me now,
it won't be a pretty picture.

Even I, yes I!, must take yet another test,
to **** out through out these cretins,
of which of them is the very best.

As I huff in the air as they slowly trudge their way towards my desk,
I sit and stare silently,
at a rather tragic looking pest!!
There! Anon! He slumbers without care!
How does he expect to succeed,
as he simply slumbers there!

There is no excuses,
for him to be so tired,
he knew this day would come,
his brain should've been hard-wired!

What a nuisance,
to get up from my comfy chair!
Just to go and wake this fellow up,
all they way 5 steps to there!

Oh hush now! Hush now!
Your child is testing still!
Would you rather him do this,
than trust him with the bill?
Nomad Aug 2014
Words well needed
are often to be heeded,
but rather than adhered,
it leaves the stranded,
worse off than what they feared.

Words well needed,
such as hello, or how are you?
A few kind words,
are really what make do.

Just a few simple words,
every now and again,
it just might save a life in the long run,
maybe every now and then.

See
it doesn't take a man in tights,
with a cape or wispy hair,
all it really takes,
is a friend who shows they care.

Showing and believing,
go hand in hand you see,
because with the two together,
they know you speak sincerely!

Words well needed,
can be simple and maybe few,
they can be speeches, and monologues,
so long as they say
I'm here for you.

So I say to you,
my readers that I adore,
I will always be here for you,
today and forever more.
Nomad Aug 2014
Follow the trail
that leads to success,
it's hard and narrow,
but it's for the best.

Beware the crumbs,
that fall from the great big cookie.
For it tastes so precious and sweet,
but once it's done,
you know you've been beat.

Beware the cookie,
the friendly hand outs in life,
because no one will just out there,
hand to you a wife.

No house,
no land,
not even a speck of sand,
no sir, no ma'am
nothing in the world of supply and demand.

So mind the beat path,
full of promises and sweets,
because one of these days,
it'll just land you back out on the streets.
Make a road,
of your own,
make it of cobble,
bricks, and maybe even stone.

A road less traveled,
is certainly the way to go,
because that's the only other path,
and you're the only person,
that will ever know.

Be bold,
and daring,
in the face of danger and responsibility,
be full of defiance and understanding,
when you find yourself so weary.

Allow me
to tell you,
that the cookie does indeed crumble,
but beware the cookie now,
for when it's gone you might stumble.
Nomad Aug 2014
I've never really thought,
about when I do the dishes,
I see the crumbs and specks,
here and there,
is when I come up with wishes.

That old dryer machine,
is making a little noise again,
the cabinet needs a fixin',
and the fridge is breaking down and then,
the car needs a tune up,
but that can wait a little while,
I'm worried about the kids,
as they pick up the Hollywood style.

Washing the dishes,
as the water goes down the drain,
I'm thinking of the flowers in the backyard,
how they bloom after it rains.

Roses are read,
violets are blue,
these dishes need washing,
and there are other things to do.

The water, it pours,
it sploshes, and drips,
the dog is running on the hard-wood floor,
and is having trouble getting grips.

Washing the dishes,
I think about the times,
when life was good,
and somewhat easy,
now this poem is...
getting rather cheesy.

It's kinda funny,
about what you're thinkin while you wash,
you start to take your time
and then the dishes are done.
Oh...
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