Nomad

Nomad Sep 2014

Little wings, flutter in the wind,
little wings, up to heaven, for they have not yet sinned.
Little wings, flying away
away, away,
little wings
that can not stay.

Little wings, so small and frail,
yet strong and powerful,
that laughs as they have strengths to lift whales!

Today I hear,
another set of wings,
pinned to another angel of ours,
now we know we've another angel,
watching over us, from the Holy Towers!

Little wings,
we'll never hear,
little wings,
we'll never hold dear.
Little wings,
gone away for only a little while,
Little wings,
watch over us now,
as we go through our trial.

My sweet,
my dear,
my little wing, I miss you
I fear.

You're gone
and I am saddened,
inside my soul,
but my heart is gladdened,
that you've reached our goal.

You now flutter and fly,
in the heavens above,
you are now cared for
in the arms of Love.

May God answer,
the questions that we can not ask,
as we stay here
to complete our task.

Glory, Glory, unto the Lord Almighty,
I shall stay to weep here,
holding my little wing's body,
ever so tightly.

Nomad Sep 2014

Seasons

Ah yes,
the seasons, they change but every few months within a year,
they change quickly, and with haste,
they give us reprieves, and then they give us taste.

They give us sunshine, and rain, and cloudy days, they give us blessings,
even on a bone soaked day.
Sure, come the blizzard, sure come the storm!
We'll build ourselves a fire, to keep nice and warm.

The season they,
the seasons they go.
The flowers, trees, leaves and bushes
...they all know.
What must be done.
Away with the summer,
and in comes the fall.

IN comes fall, the turning of leaves,
nearing the very end,
who are you my lady,
and what tidings do you send?

Will old man winter stir up a storm, impeccable,
inescapable, terrible...
awesome.
Both in its fury
and glory.
It's warm, icy, feeling.
Cools our cheeks,
and nips our nose,
just reminding us,
to wear a few more clothes.

Then away with the old, and in comes the new,
come with the new day, the taste and smell of the beautiful spring dew.
The buds with bloom,
and the smell of spring shall be more than enough,
to fill an entire room.

Bless you.

And welcome to the summer,
it's time to go, but already to late to start,
come the beautiful days,
and the late nights,
welcome to great times,
and memories for the heart.

Welcome to the seasons,
that come and go,
make the most of the time you have now,
how much time you have left to enjoy it,
you'll never know.

So take in every day, of every season indeed,
be proud of the small plant you've grown, because you know,
it came from a once small seed.

Nomad Sep 2014

Faded Pictures

Alone again,
in this hall of brotherhood,
I reflect upon my life,
on which I so shakily stood.
Admittedly with my fair share of victories and defeats,
my humble losses, and triumphant applause, at the very least.

Alone again,
I stare at these pictures, on which I knew the very faces
of old ones past, well past into the dawn,
now I look in the book of faces and wonder,
my friend, my dear, dear friend...how far have you gone?

How far have you gone, that you've wandered in vain,
looking for perfection, attention, you name to be mentioned,
go through all that trouble, just for yourself, all that pain.

You went through,
some times alone,
some times not,
didn't you know friend?

At times, you were all I got?

That was then, the days of timidness is over,
long gone is the shy princesses, and come the wild rover.

Now these photos of you, me, and the rest of them,
are all faded over,
aye, along now with you old friend,
along with you, you wild rover.

I can no longer participate in your childish game,
for the Lord has told me, You are a man now, now put the childish way away all the same!

He hath commanded, and so I obey.

Gone are the years of childhood, where we could play.
Perhaps in another time, much farther from now,
we could've gotten so much closer,
if you got past your bubble,
if only you knew how.

My friend, of many years past,
it's been good, good indeed, but unfortunately, it did not last.

Now we must go our separate ways,
I wish you nothing but good fortune, and good health,
for all, and all of your life-long days.

Yes, my friend, I'll miss what we once shared,
for our friendship could not be compared,
but alas, you have strayed so far, from whence I last saw you,
you've gone past the point, where I didn't know what to do.

I'll miss you, and the others as well,
but your antics and all,
should not cost me a place,
a placed as deserving as Hell.

I'm sorry lad,
but this is for the best,
you can always come back to visit,
after you've had your rest.

My door is always open, my ears, even more so,
but please my friend seek help for yourself,
if you stayed clean for once, who knows ** far you could go!

My friend, I hope, I pray,
that this is not our departing goodbyes.
But should it be, then I suppose it is,
and I bid you farewell, adieu, until next time,
with a blasted tear,
trickling down my eye.

I'll miss you. My old friend.

I'll keep the photos of all of us,
no matter how faded they may be,
for old times sake, for you...
and for me.

I'm sorry.

Nomad Sep 2014

Why are you angry?

Child of anger,
of wrath and strife,
why are you angry,
full of hate towards life?

Do you not take everything you have,
for granted in your hands?
Why do you have so many questions,
when you make so many demands?

I wish you nothing, but only the best,
if only you'd take the time,
to pass the test
of patience.

I'm nothing special, not wise or a sage,
I'm just a man,
just another character,
speaking on the stage.

But while I'm here, and whilst I live,
I ask you child,
why are you angry?
What is it that I can give?

To you my child, to quell your burning fire,
how can I help you,
walk off the high-tight wire?

Child, I hope and I pray,
that you'll find peace within yourself,
and others around you,
I hope, for your sake,
that you'll find peace with and among yourself,
this I pray,
to happen to you
for you,
one day.

Child stay the anger,
and put away the hate,
turn away from this path of destruction and misery,
before it's too late.

My child,
my sweet,
why are you angry?

As you mutter to your feet.

Why
oh why,
are you angered so?

If there's anyway I can help,
please, oh please, I beg you please!
Let me know!

Why are you angry?

Nomad Aug 2014

Mockingbird, mocking the bird

How sad is it,
that their is so much that needs clarity,
but it's all prevented by the very thing that gives us disparity,
it is [but of course!] the very essence, the very source,
of our own vanity.

See how the birds fly,
yes how pretty the birds are as they go on by.
But think how simple it is, that they don't care how each other looks,
and they don't need to worry about what they're being told,
by biased and characterizing books.

They prune their feathers,
and ready themselves
for any weather,
then they sing.

What do they sing?
Why do they sing?
Why is it pleasing,
soothing, comforting,
amazing and simple,
just for our ears,
why do we always worry,
about the coming years?

The mockingbird,
there's a bird, that has no care in the world,
as it sounds like whatever it hears,
it does it daringly,
and best of it all, it does it without fears.

No fear of judgement,
no care for purpose or otherwise,
it's the truest mirror of a voice,
just as it is, a truth in itself, devoid of any lies.

Mockingbird, mocking the bird,
tweeting, is what we do,
when it just gets harder to talk,
to simply me and you.

Why can't we be like mocking birds,
not mocking the birds, that fly on by,
or is this really,
the only thing that we can do?

Mocking bird, mocking bird,
sing us a song,
sing us a song,
of the things we know,
of what's right and wrong.

Won't you sing too?

Nomad Aug 2014

Once Was

This once was, a place I called home,
this once was, the only place I've ever known.
Once it was, a safe haven of my youth,
once it was a place, where I learned a few truths.

Once this was a place, bustling with life,
where the smell of sweat, hot food and drinks,
and the sound of laughter, over came the day-to-day strife.

It did not have the asphalt lot, that all buildings have now,
they only needed to follow the noise,
and that's the only way we knew how.

It was a diner, a buffet,
a dance party, a place to...get away.

It once was a place, that had a grand view of the hillside, and the place we used to own,
it was the only place, that we ever really known.

Just imagine

The sunshine beats down upon your brow,
like only the sun, the shining penny in the sky, only knows how.
And imagine the clouds, fluffy and white,
helps calm and cool the day, to help us hide from the sun,
that shined so bright.
Imagine the day, where in a field of gold and green,
we do what we say, and say what we mean.
Sure we're rough, we're rowdy,
calloused to the hands,
don't mind us none now,
we're only calloused to meet the demands.
Here and now, this is where we stand,
beware the matches, as the sun sets,
and strike up the band.
The sun's setting now, and how great the sun feels at it's last gasp.
And the wind is still whispering, tossing the reeds and grass back and forth.
Yes my friends, this once was a place, of pick nicks in the meadows
where one would sleep and wait, until the dawn.

It once was, just like that, a place of rest and comfort,

a brook, a stream;

nothing more, more than a dream.

To the woods we would wander
the woods to play, and get lost and be found again

this is the story of.

What once was.

Nomad Aug 2014

Out of Reach

There you are, and yet
here I am.
There you are, in your grace,
in your beauty.
There you are.

Just out of reach.

It torments me to know,
that "though we might be far apart,
it matters not as to the affairs,
of that of the heart."

I miss the touch of our skin,
as we tenderly held hands,
how we used to stand against,
the tyranny of demands.

Ah such a gentle flower,
with such a ***** to the side,
I love how it was you,
that I could always confide.

You are my heart,
that beats inside this chest,
you are the one,
you are the best.

You have your smile,
that puts me at ease.
You have a way of puttin' me in my place,
you even have me begging, please.

So please my girl,
my precious one,
my friend,
my love,
won't you let me know what you can teach?

Only if,
you weren't so out of reach.