I woke up breathless, wordless,
confused.
I touched my chest and felt it still,
that stone left there by the one who cared.
For the powers that be knew,
they needed one like me,
to fight the ****** fight.
I am the one who fights with the light,
but mistake me not for being of them,
mistake me not, friend, for being one of them.
I assure you, I am not.

I touch my chest, and feel the stone still safely sitting there,
I run my fingers, through my salt and peppered hair.
I count the days which I have survived, and count
the minutes in which I still have to breath.
I slack my jaw and force them to move,
using my tongue to count my teeth.

Count your lucky stars and blessings too,
that when I fight,
that it's all for you.

Though I fight, ****** drenched head and soul,
I have but one goal.
I shall protect the one I love,
as commanded by the Powers that Be,
from up above.

So though I am but one man
on this lonely road,
I shall not be denied the prey,
whose fangs and claws they have showed.

I may not win every battle,
but I know we'll win this war,
I'll break every window of opportunity,
and breach through every closed door.
If only to get closer, to winning this war.

But at what a cost,
aye what a cost this has done to me,
'tis all the more a shame, that such a fighter,
lose their humanity.

What is it like?
To be free?
To be free from the burdens, the fear
all that causes all my anxiety?

What is it like, friend,
oh tell me how it feels,
where I no longer have to think,
using someone else's grinds and wheels.

What is it like to be.
Me?

There's much to be done lad,
and there isn't much time.
You must be quick on you feet,
and your head must be sound!

A sound mind, a clear head,
mind you it best not be empty!

We need your minds,
your soul and fiery passion.
We need every talent, that everyone can ration.

There isn't much time. So do hurry along,
I can only hope your time can help,
for all that we have made wrong.

So go on, press on.
We shall guide you no more,
for the gates have been swung open,
we are shutting the door.

Run far, run fast,
this is a race against time, and some may not last.
But we need as many as you can gather,
all the ones worth collecting rather,
so spread the news,
start going today!

We've no time left lad!
There must be no delay!!

Gird your *****,
and make strong your will,
for when you are tired, know that eyes are watching you still.

Do not falter,
do not fail,
because you are the factor,
if your time shall prevail.

I wish you the best,
God bless and God speed,
you'll need all the lucky blessings you can get m'boy.
All of them...
Indeed.

We run, we hide, we cheat and lie
but all that aside,
we still want to be known by someone before we die.

We have have a compulsion to spill our little tales,
from knowing the Queen of England,
to being the beggar of Wales.

What have you done my friend?
That makes you so scared?
What has gotten you this way,
that you are so defensively prepared?

I wish I knew how to break that shell,
but rather you safe there,
then to unleash the furies of hell.

My friend, I respect you, i love our friendship so,
so prying to your secrets of secrets, I shall dare not go.

My friend you are worth it,
every confusing mistake.
Because you are the friend, that I chose to make.

Where I stand, in the burning blaze,
among the corpses of the fallen, their unblinking gaze.
I stand among the wreck, the ruin, the fall,
I stand here. Still proud, and tall.
For I stand not for myself, of some selfish want of fame,
but as the first and last defense of my people,
from the onslaught of the flame.

My people are weak, scattered, scared and few,
our defense is but of a handful of brave souls,
but it will have to do.
For together we fight, our line shall not be undone,
we will hold the line, for the fight has yet begun.

My brothers and sisters, I shall find them where I can.
I hold the line, so forward advance!
For every woman, child, and man.

This here, is where I stand.

Like a fire through the rain,
I burn and and I run, even through the pain.
I'll try as I might, to burn bright and hot,
but the rain is drowning me out, pouring down strong
I feel so out of place, so unwanted, and so wrong.

But I know that I am needed so I double my efforts and try,
for I know that if my flame flickers and fails, my brothers and sisters shall die.
For I am to be their warmth, and comfort, when times get rough,
I can only hope that all that I give, will be enough.

So burning, burning, I burn on, without a doubt
it's only a matter of time, before I burn out.
Like a fire
in the rain.

Gather 'round, gather 'round, the people like me.
We shall comfort you, warm you, just don't smother us you see.
Come to close, a flame shall lick you not because we want to,
but because we are flames, we burn, that is what we do.

Just find us, light us, under shelter from the rain,
there is a dangerous beauty in the fire, a comfort from the pain.

You gave me your doubts,
your fears, troubles and all,
you came to me broken,
I came to break your fall.

I will not be your knight,
whose armor shines in the sun,
nor shall I be your hero,
not even "The One".

For I am your friend,
and that's all I'll ever be,
because that's what you really,
really need from me.

You don't need my life,
just my love and compassion,
please don't read too deep,
into every word and little action.

I am already signed and my heart already claimed,
please do not hang your head down,
down, ashamed.

You've done nothing to deserve that,
you're lost and confused I know,
so you came to a friend,
a friend you trusted you could go.

And I'm humbled and honored, that you would call me as such,
but I'm afraid that even I,
even I can only offer so much.

I'll give you food, water, medicine and supplies,
if you in trade give me your story, truth instead of lies.
For the house of cards you frailly built upon,
will blow away at the slightest breath, and then it shall be....
gone.

But I will point you to the Rock, to where you may solidly stand,
this shall be your safe ground, as it is Holy Land.
One day you'll realize, the beauty of your soul
is worth saving and the life you're living, actually has a goal.

You gave me reasons, why not to at all,
here I'm giving you the same, as to why you should live,
because my heart and friendship goes out to you, that much I can give.

One day, you'll thank me, and even your Maker,
for the bread was made of ingredients like you and me,
but Trust in God our Father, for He is like a Baker.

He'll kneed you, fold you, break you and mold you,
He'll do what it takes, to make you anew.

You are His Child, even if you don't know it now,
you'll find out soon enough, some way, some how.

Until then, and even after, I'll pray for you always,
and I shall always be your friend, for the rest of my days.

You... give me reason, to live and fight on,
now let me give you another chance, to see another beautiful dawn.

Today's weather reminds me how it used to be.
Wonderful, wild, young and carefree.
Little did I care about making money or a job,
little did I know what it was to dress proper or a slob.
I remember running, through the neighbors yards,
chasing, chasing, a flying card.
It flew in the wind, way up high,
into a beautiful and welcoming, open summer sky.
Sometimes I'll close my eyes, to find myself there,
sometimes I go, where I shall not care.

But I snap right back, to where I belong,
because I know that to not ever care, is just so wrong.
Because here there are people who look up to me,
who needs the person, that I need to be.
Not a hero, or a saint, neither angel or savior,
just another friendship, another memory they can savor.

I don't mind, rushing up to arms at the call,
I will tear through armies, mountains, oceans and every single wall,
if that means that my friends are safe, and can safely stand tall.

But once and a while, after the smoke has settled,
instead of bones of my past, and the blood on my hands,
I will go back, and dream, of those distant lands.
I'm drawn and tempted, tempted to go,
to travel nearly far, to only where I only know.

Back the land, the land of my home,
where I may set my mind free, free to roam.

Back there,
back where,
where I may call safe,
I must ready the defenses,
and prepare for strafe.

They shall test the borders,
they shall try to break my will,
but they shall never take the sky,
no matter how artful the skill.

Back there
back where,
where I can call home,

back there
back where,
my heart shall forever roam.

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.

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.

There's a rhythm and order, a beat
to how things must be done.
There's a slim chance for us, to taste defeat
in this never ending war, but still we feel the heat,
even when the battle is won.

Targets marked
Fire for effect
Danger Close.

Call in the Artillery,
call in the Calvary
Call in the Devil Dogs,
the hounds of war,
for they are the few,
the proud,
the United States Marine Corps.

Oorah!

They are the brave men and women
who dedicate their lives to Country and Cause,
they are the peacemaking war mongers
whole fight and defend without pause.

They, the Army, Navy, Air Force and All
they are the bravest of us who heard
and answered the call.

Be that as they may be,
that, my friend, is not me.
I've never fought the hellish fight,
as they have for us.
But i'll fight forever and a day because I must.

To find you again,
I'll shatter and conquer worlds,
near and apart.
Just to know that you'll be safe,
in the confines of my heart.

One day I'll find you,
and you, home again,
this be my prayer, each and every day,
every day, amen.

There's no worse news
than no news,
it's the news you want to hear,
despite all your hopes and fears,
but you have none.

You have only a wing and a prayer
when you feel like you're the only survivor.
You can fight,
and you can bleed,
this was the product,
of such a beautiful seed.

Alone in this desert,
exposed to the open air,
Alone I can only hope,
that no one else is there.

For this is not my land,
no friends here have I.
I must tread ever so carefully,
lest I be caught
and die.

Down to the waters,
which I can only hope is real,
and unto the bazaars,
to which I have to make my business deals.

But even so,
with a crowd full of people,
I am persecuted,
for I come from a land with a church and steeple.

So away I must run,
in hopes for better news,
but not before,
I stop to pay my  dues.

There's much to sacrifice,
as there is to gain,
unfortunately my hands are bleeding red,
covered in someone else's blood stains.

I wait here alone,
waiting for the news,
hoping I lost my pursuers,
but unfortunately this is their land,
and it's only covered with clues.

I hear nothing from the village,
indeed it's much too silent,
like the stones upon a grave,
perhaps it is fitting,
for the name of the village,
which the elders gave.

Death's Crossing.

There's no news yet,
as to where they maybe about,
but I'll find them, indeed I will,
I will without a doubt.

For my friends are out there,
and to them I must go,
where and how I shall find them,
I suppose only God the Devil knows.

So clean up that greaser,
and sharpen that blade,
keep safe that picture,
never to let their memories fade.

It's time to find them,
no more the time to wait,
the war has begun,
the enemy has breached the gate.

No more news shall be cast,
nor voices shall ring,
let the bullets fly and the blood rain down,
for there's no other time than now,
to finally start dying.

Unto the breach,
I travel once more,
braving danger and death,
staring at the door.

The worse news I remember,
from my instructor so old,
was the news that you couldn't hear,
the ones never told.

Tarry not!
I think not!

For idle time shall cost me more
than just a pretty dime!

There's so much more at stake than
what could ever be realized,
my purpose, my goal,
can not possibly be defined.

My heart is my will,
my will, my resolve,
and it shall not falter nor fall,
nor waver or dissolve!

Another day,
another month,
another year,
I shall not worry,
nor give into fear.

I'll have doubts,
as every man will,
but my faith is strong,
my patience tested,
but patient still.

Time is of the essence,
Time is cruel,
and not on my side,
so I tarry not,
and I shall fight on,
for the trail is still warm,
and the sun still hot.

I must go.
And tarry not,
for the promise I made?

I never forgot.

Their out there,
I know they are,
I hear the chattering of teeth,
the whispers of voices,
but yet the deafening noises
of silence
over take me.

As I stare out into
the land of the great nothingness,
there I must go
to conduct my business.

My steed, strong and steady,
ready to go with me,
better equipped
than I can ever be
to tackle the harsh desert land.

In the land of the absolute,
where no cars roar,
and no plans soar,
here where the land and sea
are but one and the same,
nature plays the toughest game.

Of survival.

This is not a force to trifle with,
nor do I plan to try,
for I do not plan, nor will I consider,
on the option to die.

I've friends out there,
who need my aid,
and so I rush head first,
into the great land of nothingness,
hoping for the best,
but ultimately prepared
for the worst.

There are eyes watching,
peering through the cracks of time,
in the timeless land,
where it's only but another sea,
the rolling sea of endless sand.

So they shall watch
to see if I shall falter and fall,
but I shall be victorious,
and defy the dead as they call.

And
as the Lord as my guide,
I shall be led to my destination,
for the Lord is at my side.

So let the eyes watch,
and the skeletons creep,
for I shall have my guardian watching over me,
and I shall be safe,
yet even as I sleep.

Aye,
let the eyes watch,
and the skeletons creep,
I will not allow howling storms to slow me,
nor the dangers of man give me cause to worry,
for I've a promise to keep.

Hold fast my friends,
where ever you may be,
for I am coming, approaching fast,
for though time has been cruel
and kept us far,
I shall not forget,
what we had in the past.

Let the eyes watch
those eyes watching me,
that I stand strong,
and I shall not flee!

Still winds,
on the dead land,
the air stings,
when you drown in sand.

Rocks and crevices,
so far as the eye can see,
to the untrained eye,
that's death at sea.

Finding shelter,
where you can make one,
keeping water,
away from the sun.

Only dust and echoes in the land of the dead,
no moisture, to touch my tongue,
nothing but sand and dirt,
no bodies possible,
nothing left to be said.

Follow the mountains,
stay in their shadows,
treacherous as they might,
dangerous as they are,
deadly as they will be,
some where there,
is a secret.

A secret waiting.

To be.
Set.
Free.

Can you hear their cries?
The cries of the dead and dying?
In the desert sand?
The sandy sea?
Can you stand in the still wind,
and still be...

Comfortable?

And on my island, shall be more than just a speck of sand,
in which I can call my own,
and on my island, I shall have more people than myself,
so I won't ever have to be alone.

And on this Island, there will also be you, and I,
we shall walk the shores of the beach,
where our cares of tomorrow, will always wait until then,
and there's no one to ask us about why.

And on this Island, we shall have all the pretty birds,
flowers, and animals, of the land, sky and sea,
and on this Island, I will keep all my promises, a sacred guarantee.

My island, surrounded by shallows
nothing but calm waters, fluffy clouds,
whatever ideal weather that God allows.

My island, shared with you,
we'll be surrounded by nothing but what we want,
much more than petty things like money,
because without that, we have no worry.

We'll be surrounded by loved ones,
our friends and family,
here on our Island,
surrounded by calm waters,
on the sea.

Here on our island,
we'll have children,
who'll build to our small little island,
yes to our island,
our home by the sea.

Our home that we'll build,
just for you, we'll have that Island,
one day you'll see.

I hear them laughing,
to, with and at.
They are laughing,
not caring,
who is skinny,
who is fat.

Though they poke,
and tease,
and play with one another,
they are not as concerned,
at the moment,
at finding a lover.

What love is this?
That one can open up and accept a stranger,
what language is needed to cross this barrier?

I found that,
it doesn't take much
for a child to make a friend,
as a writer once said,
"In order to make a friend, be one"
and I have done that to all,
leaving out none.

But their's something about
children laughing,
that, in their own right, is pure and sweet,
that they are invincible,
that they will never taste defeat.

Or Loss.

Not yet.

I hear the children laughing,
outside, where they play.

I hear them laughing,
laughing away the day.

I hear them, I hear them,
Oh how sweet the sound,
what sweet joy and blessings they are,
I hope that that'll be the last that I hear,
just before I'm no longer around.

Laughter,
of children, young and old,
for the laughter of friends,
weak and bold,
is much sweeter and worth much more
than any amount of gold.

So let the laughter ring,
through the valleys and hills,
through the summers, fall, winter and spring.

Let laughter be my chorus,
for which my heart sings.

Because one day, of my own time,
I'll have that which they are having,
my own little children, laughing.

At this cafe, where we used to meet,
remember the years I would arrive
just for you to greet.
Besides school I was stuck with that sad old job,
it took my time, but you came like a thief,
my heart to rob.
And then I found a new meaning with that little job,
as another way to see you,
I came in early to finish quick all I needed to do.

I remember that perfect spot you chose,
just for me,
for no matter where I went,
there was always you I could see.

Where after maybe cleaning up some broken plates,
I can steal a glance from you smiling away at a good book,
but once and a while you'd bless me, with even just one blessed look.

It was at this Cafe,
that we'd meet,
and it was here,
where I take my seat.

I wait for you, at your favorite corner,
but this time,
together.

We were so close...
So close I could reach over and draw you in,
so close that I could whisper quite words of love, even over the din.

We were so close,
that I could lean and smell your hair,
and remember that familiar fragrant you always wear.

So close were we that we could almost brush lips,
so close were we, just out of our finger tips.

But time thought better
than to let us be together,
as we had other things to do,
it broke my heart, not being with you.

But still we promised each other,
to write and send letters,
and you still lock in that sweet perfume you always wear,
I smell this lovely scent and I think, I could almost see you there.

I wish we had more time together,
but unfortunately, time has given us
only time enough to write these letters.

It'll do for now,
and here I'll still wait again to see you,
oh how I wish, I wish, if only you knew.

That we were so close, but we ran out of time.
So close m'dear, that how fast it went, would've been a crime.

Come my brothers, sisters, to arms I call!
Together, Together, we shall make even the Titans fall!

Stand fast! Hold strong! The enemy doth beat and holler upon yon gate!
Be brave, be steady, for the hardest part yet is but the wait.

The battle shall be under way, and will eventually be concluded,
so be ready and clear of mind! Let not your goals be deluded!

Fight for me as I fight for you!
All I ask is to believe in yourself as I believe in you too!

The tolls shall be heavy, without one speck of doubt,
but by the end of the day,
to this I pray,
we shall cast the heathens out!

Watch them flee!
See them run!
Rest when you can,
for the war is yet won!

And when it comes time, when the trumpet shall sound,
we shall rise from the bodies and ashes,
to only have the strength and courage,
but to look around.

We shall see among,
the mass field of blood and blacken soot,
we shall see among our friends and family,
their mangled bodies, arms, legs, hands and foot.

We shall see them, and some of us lying there,
we shall the heavens, Hell, and the stary stair,
we shall ask of our own God, "To how, how was this fair?"

A heavy toll is expected from a war of great meaning,
but come unto me, and I'll bear your sorrow a-leaning.

Our heads will be held high, in the victory we share,
we shall let our tears fall proudly, for we were the ones who dared.

We, along with our brothers and sisters that were called to arms,
we made our sacred oath,
to keep our loved ones from harm.

So in the name of peace,
we will wage our war,
away from home,
as only to keep safe our front door.

So we rise together, now, one and all!
Come my brothers!
Come my sisters!
Come hither, and answer the Call!

Let's play a game,
a silly, witty, pity
kind of game.

I spy.
Aye, I do indeed,
I spy with my little eyes,
a chip, upon your shoulder it lies.

There it is,
in all it's glorious splendor.
How it got there, is all that I wonder?

Is my Love enough?
To keep you afloat?
Is my Love enough?
To tell you in each written word that I've wrote,
that I love you,
more than ever,
because I miss you now,
more than ever.

Is my love enough?
To keep you in my arms?
Is my love enough?
To keep you safe from harm?
Is it enough to let you know,
that I'll be here always,
and I'll never let you
go?

Is it enough?

Just telling you each and every blessed day,
as they come and as they go, be that as it may,
will it ever be enough just to say I love you
so?

Because if,
no.

Then tell
me.
What I have to do?
So that I can stay a while longer with you?
Tell,
me.
What I have to say?
To have you stay,
with me.

For a little while.
A long while,
maybe.
Forever?

Is my love enough?
To keep us both strong?
God, I hope that it's enough,
cause I know that I'll pay for it if I. Am.
Wrong.

So Is it enough?

Standing still,
but not alone,
this is the call
a low and eerie tone.

The marching has all stopped,
as the wind has too,
all have stopped still,
all waiting, for what the other will do.

Days and nights, will pass,
and soon days to weeks,
weeks to years,
and years to eons.

And nothing will change.

Below the dirt, they all lie,
no more to worry,
no longer to fear
of having to die.

And so now alone, in the sea of green fields,
rolling hills, and flat plains,
never will they have to,
worry of feeling any of our human pains.

So here I am, paying my respects.
Standing still, but Not Alone.

Standing now, I feel the chill.
The chill or reality,
down to my bone.

Standing Still, but Not alone.
Nothing but grass. And silent stone.

Forever home, this is where they shall stay,
for they have earned it, every little bit of rest,
from now until the Rapture's Day.

Sixteen years, they have waited, to find their purpose,
a higher calling, than themselves
a goal worth proving, to succeed or else.

They were not brainwashed,
they were not manipulated by government, nor subtle hints,
nor were they under the influence,
of any kind of notorious and idiotic advisement.

They chose this route,
the route tougher than nails,
and hotter than Hell itself.

The way of the warrior.

To fight and defend,
to see victory as another day to live,
to assure freedom, shall never bend.

They who fought, with each breath,
hot and heavy bead of sweat,
gritted and ground teeth,
every broken and discolored nail.
They stood ready.
They stood.
They held their ground.
Securing our flanks, so that our enemy could not surround.

Now they rest,
as they well should,
if only they were treated the utmost respect,
as all man could.

Westburro Baptist Church, one of several protestors
against our dead, could you not leave us alone,
to our own morning instead?

You're arrogance has become your undoing,
it will be your end that the end of days shall be cluing!

Rest easy, warrior, as your brothers stand united,
rolling thunder, coming through,
rest easy, in the cool soft earth, dug out...just for you.

Rest easy, warrior, heart of the brave.
You have won the battle, and into an early grave.

You who gave all, we salute you once more,
we'll hear you laughing, as you toss the devils in Hell,
but we all know, you're just keeping safe,
our Heaven's door.

Now rest easy, At Ease, Marine, Poolie, Army, Navy, Airforce, and All.
You have given your answer to a crying call.

Rest easy, oh friend of mine, as I let the rainfall this sunny day,
rest easy, rest, as you may.

For you are now, forever home,
forever care-free, of being rich or poor,
forever resting,
forever more.

Oorah.

Lawd Almighty, high above all people and things
give me one mo' day to live my life
though a sinner that I am
just one mo day Lawd
have mercy on me please
to me asking on the blood of the Lamb.

I'm not innocent, Lawd you know
I've done things I ain't so proud of,
but Lawd I tell you just get me through
one mo' day, and that I say would be enough.

Lawd, this prayer ain't fo' me.
Not too much I say,
I just got a family to feed
just fo' another day.
Lawd give me strength,
and humble me please,
let me prayers be solid on my knees.

I'm dyin' Lawd,
but I've been blessed with many a days
to live by your good and gracious hand.
Lawd I'm ready to come on home if'n
you'll take me Lawd.
I hope I done right by you Lawd,
I hope and I pray,
to see my ma and pa
and tell'em I'm comin' on home now,
comin' on home to stay.

Amen.

Resistance is futile
so they told me.
They came, saw, and conquered all!
All those who did not flee.

So I did.

I was afraid
of them
of them
of them all.
I ran
and ran
away from their siren call.

I heard them
so I hid.

I ran far
but not enough
never enough.
"Join us, Join us, Join us"
They chanted and sang
the prancing of feet
and voices so loud
all the sounds my ear did they meet.

I was found.

And I regret nothing!

I lived a lonely life,
running around
running, running, always running.
And I suppose I hid in actual hopes that this power would find me.
Now I have kids and a wife!

Now they have.
And now I'm happier
than can be.

This power, this force that moves me so,
what is it, what is it that
I could be speaking of?

Love.

Aye, Love most wonderful,
delightful indeed.
Love most powerful unstoppable, unshakable.
Starts with a seed.

For resistance is futile,
don't you see?
Being in love, seeing that now,
I'm the happiest and richest I could ever be.

So don't run,
don't hide or fight,
trust me friend,
this was the rightest right,
I've ever felt.

Resistance is futile,
you will see,
soon you too will be happy.

Friend me, friend request sent,
this is all of our precious life-time now,
this is where all our waking hours
are all being spent.

Despicable, wretched humans,
filthy and lowly, as we rightly are,
we used to look to the skies just imagining,
just what else can we do to accelerate to the great beyond,
now we look at our laps and screen,
we say a lot of things as we type away,
but never know what our words truly mean!

Humans! Interact with one another,
but when it comes to life,
there's no way to distinguish
a relationship for a fling,
to a full on lover.

We can have a thousand friends, on one small list,
but of those thousand friends, how do you know that you'll be missed?
What's a number to you?
If you see the face but haven't got a clue?

We're all seeking attention,
that's the plain and simple truth.

Where have the days gone where we walked 5 miles
to get to the nearest phone booth?
Where letters
were better
than texting
and sexting
which I find
very vexing.

Why can't we appreciate
the times that we have,
and live a happy life,
find a love
and keep a wife,
now we are
full of strife,
and every heartbreak
is like a knife.

So we retreat
from the meet and greet
back to facebook,
and twitter
and other things,
instead of personal
one-to-one
personal
people findings.

We stalk and creep
we follow and our numbers we keep.
Our friends list go into the thousands,
overflowing with ignorance,
we replace ignorance with
insolence.

And knowing this
is irritating
debilitating
infuriating.

So friend me,
if you dare
talk for the moment,
then forget
without a care.

Or will you be different,
and know by name and face
the list of friends you have there?

Will you care?

Tonight I heard
the voices of angles,
the beats of drums,
and the scats of skits.

Don't know if that made sense or not,
but it's the words I know
and the only words I got.

And together,
these voices like angles
and the beats like drums,
the skats that skits,
they made a harmonizing melody,
and my my heart began to flit!

It was beautiful!
This A Capella sound,
it was wondrous,
this singing that I have found.

These songs,
had no meaning,
as the voices who sang them did,
it made me happy,
young,
vibrant.
Like a kid.

These voices,
need only a moment,
to sing their hearts to their hearts' content,
makes a sinner,
fall to their knees and repent.

Songs of songs,
voices of voices,
they sure help,
when dealing with the noises.

Pinky promise
to take you
one day,
away.

Away from here,
away from there,
I just want to
make you happy
like I said I would.

Remember the time
way back when?
We were young,
foolish, and rash,
we were just children then.

Pinky promises.
I laugh now,
but back then they were legit.
Now that I remember,
I'm feeling nostalgic.

I smiled,
braces and all,
and you just kept looking
at the leaves as they fall.

You are wonderful,
beautiful,
amazing,
gorgeous,
mesmerizing
and every bit angelic
as I know you are.

That pinky promise was the closest I've ever got,
to holding you close,
so close
by far.

Pinky promise,
I promised to you,
just you wait for me,
and watch
as I pull through.

Our dreams will be reality,
my words are my bond,
because my sweet,
my heart, my joy,
my only one,
for my heart is fond.

Pinky promises,
now that's legit.
I've made it then,
so I could keep it.

Pinky. Promise.

Later and later,
the time passes now,
the night was young, I feel alive,
and now it's approaching,
the time of 5.

Insomnia has a way
of twisting time,
all it does is steal
your mind and all,
it's such a blasted crime.

So late at night,
I leave my eyes open
just like my window,
letting my mind,
go.

Let it go,
to where it wants
confusing myself with dreams of the day,
to things I know.

Late at night,
I toss,
turn,
rustle
and mumble,
I let my brain rattle off what I want and need,
and let my stomach grumble,
for want of even just a small seed.

Late at night,
I think,
about them,
my friends,
my family,
about all of them.

About her.

She fills my mind,
she makes my teeth,
not...grind.

Well. She's there now,
she's in there to stay,
she let's my mind,
be at ease.

She's an angle,
if only mine to hold,
she probably could be,
would be,
if only I was so bold.

Let me sleep,
oh mind of mine.
Let me stop
these writing of lines.

Late at night.

A sticky situation,
a predicament,
a problem,
trouble.

Trouble, trouble,
find them now,
find them in double.

Let it come,
let it go,
it'll be over
before you know.

It's hard right now
this situation we find ourselves in,
we often begin to wonder,
how on earth we are going to win!

But stay the course,
let the show go on,
even after the dark,
there always come the dawn.

So this situation,
though sticky as it maybe,
is like bubble gum,
scrape it off
and be free.

When I'm with her,
I see the blue skies
so much clearer than I could,
when I was fed with all these lies.

She makes me think,
of times way before,
she reminds me of things,
that the people in my life are worth
so much more.

I thank her for that,
in the times we hold hands,
in the kisses that we share,
no not on the lips,
not yet, not yet there.

It makes me ache a little more,
when I lean in,
just to brush her cheeks and neck,
she makes me confused,
by just a simple peck.

We're the only one who understands,
that life is not just milk and honey,
it's about meeting all
of the supply and demands.

When I'm with her,
I want much more than I get,
so I can give to her,
but I can only take what I get,
and not much more.

I only wish,
that she was here right now,
that way I could tell her,
just how
much I love her.

"__I love you, dearly,
I'll love you late,
I'll love you early,
I'll love you forever,
forever and ever eternally.
Though we are far,
ever farther apart,
not even distance,
can stop
the strength of the heart."

When I'm with her,
I wish we were together,
for just a little bit longer.

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.

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.

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?

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.