I don't seek your permission...
To write about the what, why and how.
It could be a haiku or come in the shape of a cow.

I don't need your approval...
When I don't sound the least bit poetic...
In my mismatched metaphors or ill-rhymed acrostic.

I'm not asking for your blessing...
When I pen down and put up what I think...
Be it in cloying cliches or in tear drenched ink.

I don't crave for your understanding...
When my 10 word poems weren't filtered through your poetic lens,
Or if my contributions in collaborations lack in sense.

I don't hope for your likes...
If my content does not tickle your fancy,
Or if my words just rubs you silly.

I mean no disrespect...
But don't be too quick to click on the 'comment' button.
Private messaging has been put there for a reason.

I don't mean to cramp your style...*
You're entitled to your own opinions of course...
But if you've got nothing good to say, please save it and shove it up yours.

What I fear is neither the tortures of hell,
or to face my Heavenly Father in the glorious skies above,
no, not even death on this Earth can stop
the amount of joy that comes, when being in love.

No, I have a fear, as all mortals do,
but it's not a fear for me,
as it is a fear for you.

I fear as a man,
I need to protect and provide,
to love and teach and listen,
as only God told me too,
as only I can.

But every day I fear,
that I won't be able to bring home the check,
that one day I won't be on my best,
and soon the storm will brew, and so begins the test.

I fear that if anger takes hold,
will you still remember my words of love and my promises,
the ones that I've promised to keep,
since the day they were told?

I fear I am just a man,
but that should not excuse me from doing the best,
and being the best,
the best that I can.

My love, please wait for me,
I'll be home soon now,
I'll be there to hold you tight,
if only the chance to tell me again,
that it'll be alright.

To love and protect,
to protect and provide,
to promise and keep you
always by my side.

Because the sun will never kiss your cheeks
His lips will never graze your neck
The warmth will never thaw your heart
Because the sun will never kiss your cheeks,
I feel it is my job

Because the wind will never whisper in your ear
Her hair never tickling your cheek bones
Sweet nothings being told between honey sweet breaths
Because the wind will never whisper in your ear,
I feel it is my job

Because the grass will never welcome you home
It will never greet you with bright flowers in its hair
Dirt far beneath covered by the lush bed
Because the grass will never welcome you home,
I feel it is my job

And when the day has come, when you will lie alone
With no one but the heavens, greeting you bitterly
Nothing to see, no song to hear,
I will be the song, I will sing to you until the dawn breaks
Just like I do through every night

But this song will differ in tune and in lyrics
For it will be the last song you hear
The velvet creeping from my lips
Will grab your hand so softly
It will guide you toward the heavens

And when the day has come, when you will lie alone
I will lie beside you
I feel it is my job

My friend, whom I've found this day.
It hurts me so to see you this way.

Battered, scarred, bruised and tortured and all,
still you manage to struggle and stand,
proud and tall.

My friend, you are in good hands
on your way home again,
away from the sands.

You will be taken care of by the best doctors
we know.
A few mutual friends, under caring hands you go.

Find peace and comfort, and security in your new life
back at home.
No my friend, I shall not join you this day,
for further still, I am bound to roam.

There are still others,
yes others still out there,
I know I must go, find my sisters and brothers,
for to leave them would not be fair.

So Home-Bound you go,
to the family and friends you know,
so home-bound you go,
on the road to recovery, for you to blossom and grow.

I'll miss you friend,
so stay alive for me,
and my regards to those at home.
For farther, farther, farther,
farther I must roam.

So close.
I see them.
Targets in sight.
Me and the squad gears up,
ready for the fight.

Behind them, the hold my friends,
their is no turning back, no calling quits,
and for them. No way to make amends.

Rest now, my fellow angels,
for we've only made half the journey to this day,
don your armor, pass the ammo 'round,
for as angels are we, there will be hell to pay,
for my friends we shall save with a joyous sound.

Give me, my brothers and sisters in arms strength
in this coming battle, for our own little war,
may you, my Lord & savior, grant us victory & life
even at death's door.

Mud and Blood, shall dress us well,
as we stand ready, at the gates
to give them
Hell.

Misfits, displaced, and the lost as they are
if you opened your heart's eyes
you would know,
that they really aren't far.

They are the orphaned, abandoned, and forgotten
these are mere children
whose illegitimate "families" have begotten.

They run, hide, and scurry about,
they number in the millions,
yet they only voice themselves to
a bare shout.

They are my brothers, my sisters,
they are the children under the Lord's Care
When others do not see.
They are promised the inheritance of the Earth
they shall have their loving family.

So beware, as I wage my war for them,
to keep them safe and fed,
to finally give them place to call home.

But a home of their own instead.

But when I find you,
I only pry I won't be too late
You'll be angry, distant, and upset.
You'll be broken, confused, and seared
but through it all, I hope you never forget.

My Promise.
To You.
And what I am willing to do.

So on your road to recovery
please hit me, scream and shout,
do what you will, as you need to to me.
So on your road to recovery.

Use, me abuse me, break me
take me, and leave me.
As you see fit.
Silent, strong, and still I shall stand,
because to you, anything I will admit.

For both of us.
I only wish you well,
because God knows how you alone
survived through that hell.
Please stay strong.

And alive.

Please hold out
just a while longer
please don't let go
be brave:
For I'll bring heaven's own angels,
and from them we will
unleash our hell
when we arrive.

Stand strong,
stand fast
I come running now,
oh friend of my past.

Freeing you, breaking me,
I will not rest, until you are free.
Freeing you, you shall be.
For home, and family, you shall see.