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Nomad Dec 2017
You can't keep going on forever like this
You know who you are
and you know what I mean
You've tried to hide it
You've tried to fight it
You've tried to run away from it all
But despite everything you've tried
You. Still. Hear. Their. Call.
The voice in your head
that says you should drop dead.
That little devil on your shoulder
that makes your heart grow a little colder.

This isn't the way to live
No not in the least!
Aren't you tired of fearing for your life
From this dreaded beast?

Stand firm and tall
Put down your arms and lay down your shield
Slow down my friend. It's time to yield.
This fight, you can not hope to win alone.
It's as useful as bashing ice chips on stone.

It's time to ask for help
It's time you told them what you need
It's time you took the time to help yourself, not out of selfish greed.
It's time my friend. To start feeling free.

Don't you dare say later.
Not eventually.
Don't you dare...end up like
me.
Nomad Dec 2017
Here we are
a page to settle in on
our once silent thoughts
finally put into these special arrangement of letters
into these meager words that we hope will adequately describe
everything.

From the feelings;
such as the greatest joy of becoming a father
as he holds his little girl in his arms for the very first time
when he so wanted a boy, he could care less now
without reason, or rhyme.
He swells with a pride that none could ever take from him now
as the tears well up in his eye.
Yes this one special moment
he would not let anyone deny.

To the places;
There she sat atop of the largest hill
the only hill around, in fact
that would over look the valley of rolling knolls
as she watched over her flock of sheep
she watched the galloping mares
and listened to the whinnying of foals.
She felt the breeze as it slipped between the tips of the tall grass surround
she thanks the Lord of Hosts everyday
for this spot she's found.
For on top this sturdy rock, on this high, high hill
she sees her peaceful village down below
and takes the breath she's been holding
knowing for just moment
she can finally be still.

And the people, oh the silly, beautiful people;
There they were
this merry band of friends.
They have been there despite their dubious beginnings
their rough starts
and all sorts of wrong footing.
Stronger than steel
and closer than kin
years of friendships has shown to them
that kind of love will always win.

So here you are dear reader
with a voice in your head
reading every line that there is
I think the lesson is quite clear.
You belong
right here.
Nomad Dec 2017
Steal away
softly, gently, quietly still
into the night you must go
to where, with whom, and when?
No one must know.

Steal away, steal away
time is of the essence
in all of its presense
you command the very nature of the night
you walk the silver line
between the dark and the light

you shift like the shadows
that flirt around a candle's light
you tease all that is seen
and trick even the sharpest minds
the eyes so keen.

Into the night
yes I shall go to meet you there
in the only place I find my solace, my rest
my care.

Where all is nothing as it all may have seem
I shall enter where no others may trespass
I shall go yonder there
in this land of dream.
Nomad Dec 2017
They're the ones you call
your brothers and sisters of your heart
that when people see you
they can't tear you apart.

They're the ones you call
through your best times
and through your worst
they're the ones
that's been with you
through it all.

They're the ones that have a clear shot at your back
and you sit there wondering when it'll come
that fatal blow, that vengeful attack
but just as true friends do
they'll slap you in the face
to make you wake up
to see what is true.

They'll say what needs to be said
be it words of comfort for the soul
or a harsh reality that needed to be told.

Good friends
are good for the soul
take heed good advice
lest you pay the toll.
Nomad Dec 2017
You probably know
What this poem is about
It's probably generic
Of that I've no doubt.

But what you don't know
Is her.
And why it's her.

She's the breath of fresh air
That puts the wind in my sails
Even if it's all just hot air
It's her love that never fails.
Impossible, I know
But it isn't love for me
But to the Lord it goes.

And when she smiles
It's like the seeing a sunny patch of snowy fields when the clouds have gone away.
So blindingly bright
And reassuring in every way.

It's the touch of her hand
On our walks through the park
It's the feel of her so close to me
When the world has grown dark.

It's the way she laughs
Like bells with a tune.
It makes me crazy
To wait for the next one soon!

The way she chooses a different shampoo
The smell of flowers, nature, or anything really
When I say "I just like the smell of you"

And it's the face she makes
As soon as those words leaves my lips
It makes my head spin in circles
Leaving me on trips.

She's wicked smart,
Smarter than I'll ever be.
She knows it too
So she always tells me.

She'll say all these words
And these numbers so fast
I struggle to keep up
I feel left in the past!

But you wouldn't know her
Just quite the way I do.
You know all about this poem
But not enough about her, do you?

There couldn't be enough words to say
In this short life of mine
I tell her this every time
But she'll simply shoo me away.

And when she gets angry
Well button down the hatches boys
Cause as I live and breath
we'll be in for a doozy

So watch your step
And step right this way
We hope that you enjoy the show
Cause I'll have more words to say.

No, you wouldn't know her
No, not the way that I sure do
But this ring in my pocket is killing me
Cause I'm scared to finally try something
New
Nomad Dec 2017
What these pictures hold
that these aging hands can not
is every hot wind the beat my brow when I tended my garden
and every refreshing breath of wind that blew at my back
to get me going again.

What these pictures hold
that these lips could not
is every refreshing sip of sweet lemonade tea
or every scalding cup of blasted black coffee.

What these pictures hold
that you could not
are the emotions that I felt
when I held her hand for the first time since I confessed my love
when I smelled her hair and nearly died from her perfume
Heavens Above!!
And when I nearly lost my mind with every nag she let free
but nearly lost my breath every time she said "Yes" to me.

What these pictures hold
that you wouldn't ever hope to hear
are the laughter of friends and their stupid jokes
all the fits of rage from all the annoying pokes.
You couldn't begin to explain the surmounting welt of pride
when you stepped into a fight
with the best brothers you could ever have, standing by your side.

What these pictures hold
is something that could not be so simply retold.
So go on and take a look
take a gaze into this old and withering book.
For I've lived a grand life
with no regrets to leave behind
It's for your sake that in my past
your own future
you'll make your own, and find.

For what these pictures hold
my dearest friends reading this now
is not an explanation of why I lived
but how.
Nomad Dec 2017
What Pictures hold
are more precious than precious gold and gems
they are the last of leafs
before the death of an aging stem.

What Pictures hold
that hands could not
is the last laugh of a friend long missed
but not forgot.

What pictures hold
is the wave of emotions that was once felt
that night the two lovers met
whose chance to meet
was on a friend's bet.

What pictures hold
are the pieces to a puzzle
that grows ever larger to ever explain
even with faded colors and a frame so plain.

These pictures
scattered among the floor
is the last gasp of breath
before the closing of a door.

They are the windows to a history
that was once unknown
of a peoples' children
that now are grown.

What pictures hold
could not be explained in one word or two
such a mistake
would just not do.

These are what the pictures hold
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