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.

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?

What's the best part
about falling for a friend?
It's got to do, in part,
with knowing that they never really leave,
and you always know they'll come back again.

Or maybe it's the fact,
that they know you,
for who you are,
and when they think of you,
and you of them,
then really now,
we're not very far.

"Because the farthest we are,
is a heart beat away."

The best part,
about being in love with a friend,
is that they accept you and love you,
to absolutely no end.

I'm not sure how else to describe,
something so great,
to someone else who really,
wouldn't know how to appreciate,
the banter that we do,
the jokes and jives we know,
It's just only the greatest feeling,
and the feeling only
grows.

I'm in love with my bests friend,
always have been I might say,
It's only a matter of "When?" now,
to make her mine one day.

The best part is,
we have each other,
I think that's better,
than having a one-night lover.

I love her.

Every now and then,
she gives me a reminder,
a reminder of times,
a reminder...of when.

There she is, sitting on the swings,
she invites me over from my slumber,
from my sleep with the crawly things.
She says, "Push me higher! I can't do it alone."

So there she started our friendship,
and from that day it's only grown.

We go to the park every now and again,
we see the children playing,
and we're back to when:

In the middle of the day,
we met once more,
there has never been a better reason,
for me to run out the door.
There I waited,
and there she came back to me,
and there we talked for hours,
up upon the tree.

The tree we climbed is nothing more than a stump,
so I pretend I'm climbing like my days of youth,
only to find, the children bring back my grump.
So I sit back down,
as I pout in defiance,
as she saunters on over,
and reminds me of our alliance.

I was king of the hill,
she was queen of the land,
we ruled the playground together,
from the fields down to the box of sand.
Our loyal subjects,
no matter where we were,
if ever I had to choose a person to save,
it would always be her.

She's my reminder,
of who I am today,
She's the one who reminds me,
of the things I need to say.

I Love You, Dear

Every night before bed,
and every day before work,
because love is the biggest frontier,
so take that Captain Kirk!

Little reminders,
like the smell of Lilly in her hair,
or the way she laughs and plays,
with the children here and there.

She reminds me.
Reminds me indeed.
She reminds me to grow a garden,
I first need a seed.

Here you are
here you are,
yes you are
yes you are
you are here
you are here
and here
you
are.

Aye indeed
in the flesh you do appear,
yes my friend you are indeed,
certainly here.

Don't judge a book
by it's cover,
but what's inside is what matters,
I leave that to philosophers and their stones,
I say they're all just as mad as hatters!

Here you are,
where ever you may be,
there you are,
for everyone to see.
Reading from some screen,
because this won't make the front news,
on the technology we all love,
to make and use.

There you are,
showing off your prowess,
all the while you're thinking,
"Boy, i'm a mess!"

Well,
be it as it may,
not that I'm one to say!

You are a testimony of only you,
and a testimony
that only you can do.

How you sit,
stand,
approach another,
or flee,
no matter how you walk,
talk,
or sound,
you're still apparent to me.

You are a testimony,
of God's Grace,
or perhaps you are,
a testimony of truth and hypocrisy,
of the human race.

How you live,
is none of my concern,
it matters not to me,
what you make,
or what you earn

You are who you are,
oh how true this really is,
from the ol' boy from the hicks,
to the golly gee biz kids.

So today, be a testimony,
for all the people to see,
that when they look to you,
it's you they want to be.

Because you can do good,
or better than that,
with only a start of a smile,
and a tip of the hat.

You are a testimony,
of you got here,
so take off the shades,
enjoy the sun,
it's time to make your life clear.

Be strong, and virtuous,
diligent and mindful,
be passionate, and courageous,
but most of all be faithful!

I wish you well,
in the coming years that does run,
I wish you the best of luck and health,
and some better days under the sun!

So testify yourself,
in all things you do,
because in the words of Dr. Seuss,
"No one can be you-er than you!"

Look up,
look up
above the world so high,
look up
look up
into the starry sky.

See how they twinkle,
how bright they do shine?
I know that they are hopeless
because I have a star of mine.

She shines brighter than the hottest dwarf,
aye, not exactly a flattering term to describe,
but I count on you, my reader
to understand my jibs and jibes.

She laughs, like bells on a clear summer's day,
she let's me know she loves me,
in every sort of way.

She hums a small little tune to herself,
whilst carrying on with her tasks,
she knows me on a good day,
and knows when I'm bothered and when to ask.

She's with me,
that's all that counts,
as we lay under the stars.
She's here with me,
watching the passing cars.

I'm so lucky to have her,
my own shining star,
I'm so lucky to have her,
for she shines the brightest,
by far.

With the Wind,
as it blows and tosses your hair,
it whispers and giggles in your ear,
without letting you know
that it's there.

It's forever travelling,
around the world of Man,
so much faster than,
and bullet can.

Let there be some sort of understanding,
between us my friend,
as we listen to the laughter of the wind,
as we run with them for they are innumerable.
Take my hand and run with me,
don't mind the ground,
I promise that it's stable.

But with the wind,
it has no set path,
there's no rhyme or reason,
and it can't be solved with simple math.

It is an entity,
all by itself, [themselves?]
raging as it will,
and forgiving when it wants,
always there,
that sometimes taunts.

I'm afraid you'll lose me yet,
as I run with the wind,
as I try to free myself,
running from my past,
knowing, between the wind and I,
that I have sinned.

With the wind
you'll find me,
my name in a mere whisper,
the air that we breath,
brings me that much closer,
to
her.

Through the fire
we battle through
tho' it rages,
it's what we do.

The blood that stirs
inside our viens,
it runs deep and solid,
worth much more to us
then the simple gains.

We are baptized and blessed,
through the trials abroad,
we are made sturdy yet compromising,
unlike our God.

We are but tools,
in this life we gladly live,
as we learn it's not how much we take,
but by how we give.

Through the fire,
we are washed,
cleansed,
you might say,
because we always wait,
for the start of a new day.

Through the fire some harrow,
to put the blaze asunder,
all of them gave some,
but some gave all,
and are buried six feet under.

Through the fire,
we realize,
that we'll always rise through the ashes,
no matter the conflict,
no matter how many times,
our civiliztion clashes.

Through the fire,
we finally see,
that the importance of Man is not "I",
but rather the "WE"
of our humanity.

Through the fire we travel,
a long and narrow trail,
but even through the trials,
we know we shall prevail.

What a wonderful wonderful day,
to go outside to play,
be it sun or be it rain,
be anything,
and come what may!

Tell me something exciting,
tell me something new!
Something about your past,
or anything will do.

What a day it is today,
now wouldn't you say so too?
But then again you wouldn't notice it,
if tweet, and text, and chat all day,
is all that you do.

Smell the roses, drink a sip of coffee,
remember laughing until it hurts?
Remember what it was like?
To just be happy?

Now we're all sad little people,
clinging closer to our phones and I-Pads,
now we just don't care for each other any more,
now that we have our little do-dads.

I see I've at least piqued your interest,
at least thus far at least.
How this has captured your attention,
the words on this screen,
the digital, addictive beast.

This. Drug.

We can live without it,
so we say,
but how are we so attached to it,
day by blessed day?

Heaven knows why we've lost our senses,
Lord only knows when we've traded summer times,
for texting romances.

What a day it is outside,
as I watch from my window,
the trees sway in time,
with the grass in the meadow.

Let the water laugh as it tumbles through the brook,
and let us enjoy the day together,
if only you would just look.

What a day.
What--a--day.

Save a soul
every once and while,
save a soul,
every couple of miles.

There's a poor lost soul out there,
millions to choose,
why not take the time to save one now,
what do you have to loose?

You are more than the suit you where,
the sweat upon your brow,
Save a soul I ask of you,
any way that you know how!

Talk to a child,
because that's all we humans really are,
no matter the age or gender,
you don't have to look very far.

There's a child out there,
who needs some words of comfort near,
there's a child that needs a parent,
to finally call them "Dear."

There's someone that needs saving,
in some little way,
so why not do something good,
and try to save a soul today?

They don't have to be poor,
or *****, ragged, and beaten,
it could just be your co-worker,
or the secretary that hasn't eaten.

Start a little at a time,
don't rush and scare them away,
because remember now my friend,
that you're trying to help, so stay.

A few kind words a day,
to start to plant the seed,
then work yourself into their life,
to find out what they need.

Do what you can,
while you're still around,
because it's worth to see a face light up,
just hearing a pleasant sound.

A few words,
is all it takes,
to let someone enjoy life,
and cut them a little break.

So save a soul today,
there's someone that needs those words to hear,
there's some one out there today,
that'll hold your word near.

Go on, get out there,
please do not delay,
you'll know when it come to it,
even if you don't know what to say.

Here's a story
I'm writing just for you,
here's a story,
of a boy and girl too.

The boy here was a happy little fellow,
and the girl down the road there,
was rather...quite mellow.
But that really didn't matter,
when they were together,
because they were friends,
and friends made their days,
better!

So these two friends,
grew up you see,
to be the best of friends,
that friends could ever be.

Admittedly, no friendship
is without their ups and downs,
but when you put them together,
they were nothing more than
inseparable clowns.

Their friendships were tested,
by the distance apart,
but they knew it didn't matter,
when they knew each other by heart.

No, no distance could come,
in between the two,
and there wasn't a thing,
either of them would do.

So long as they had each other,
then their friendship would last,
soon they would become lovers,
the childish days, gone to past.

And soon it became that the children were no more,
and one Marine went sailing,
the other to wait by the door.

They were new,
newly wedded and in love,
one sat at the ready one night,
the other wearing a gardner's glove.

Neither of them could get the other off their minds,
neither of them got past,
the past they tried to leave behind.
This made it all the worth while,
all worth fighting for,
for the Marine to come home,
to the wife that stood by the door.

So I'm happy to say, that this story is true,
and I hope that you'll find someone,
that'll make you happy too.

Because my girl is amazing,
she's simply the best,
she's tender to the touch,
she's better than the rest.

There you are,
a story for you,
I hope you find some one out there,
I really hope for one day,
I DO.

When in the stir of the battle,
there comes a time
where the hero falls,
to the slaughter of his cattle.

How a hero falls
down to his knees,
to tired to fight,
no amount of will to bring him from his
knees.

How a hero falls,
with a great big thud,
and how pitiful the sound,
as they are buried under mud.

They cry in anguish,
the people once so proud,
as the hero has fallen,
and sees the coming shroud.

Let it be,
this hero of old,
that even as they fall,
a magnificent story was told.

But let it not be,
for when an angel is to weep,
that down from heaven comes,
the tears for us to keep.

The angels cry,
and embrace one another,
as they see the loss,
of a valiant noble brother.

Angels weep at the cruelty of it all,
angels weep at the bloodshed,
they weep when a hero falls.

A hero is no more
than a man like you or me,
a here is no less,
than anyone who wants to be.

A hero is made out of the strands of humility,
and are tested through tribulation,
and speaks with sincerity.

A hero is,
was
and forever will be,
those who put others before themselves,
those who are willing
to bend their knee.

An angel will weep
in joy that day,
when they find another hero
whose life has  little longer to stay.

The angels will sing
of unsung victories,
and sometimes they'll fall,
and lend a hand,
any time they so well please.

But God forbid,
we raise the dead,
for they've earn their rest
for they've done their best,
isn't it time we allow them this bed?

Under the ground
buried nice and deep,
under the ground,
their bones to keep.

For the heroes of old,
were just flesh and bones,
they lived, fought, and died like us,
their grave are marked,
if they're lucky,
at least by stone.

So a cheer for the living,
and a drink to the dead,
we sing with the angels,
with hopes to be with them
instead.

Aye, even heroes fall
down to their knees,
and the angels shall weep
to fill the seas.

Even so
when they lay here in this plot,
these are my brothers
and they're all I've got.

They fought and fought,
they gave their all,
to pay the price of freedom,
freedom they sought.
For us.

They keep us free,
ever single night
they do it while we sleep,
as they do not,
and are placed on standby
ready to fight.

But now they may sleep
the sleep of the dead,
forever at rest,
under the earthy bed.

Ah my brothers,
how I miss you so,
it was a shame to see
the way you had to go.

NAMES CHANGED FOR RESPECT AND PRIVACY:

Daniel
How you used to laugh at everything you saw,
how you volunteered for every job,
and how you thought you were such a great cowboy,
and even added the sweet yee-haw!

Matthew
It's been too long,
you held the squad together,
so I'm told
as you made it through the valley of hell,
without you, there'd been no team,
I hope you're doing alright,
you frickin leather neck.

Jason
How I hoped to have been you one day,
it's so sad now for all of us,
you couldn't stay.
You had two years left.
Two!
Life's a ***** sometimes,
and so is Death.
But that's what happens,
when you start placing bets.

Arnold
Ah the heart of gold,
and your soul to God,
you're such the geek,
and still a trooper,
great job,
you ner vod.

And so many others,
that I've known
and lost.
All for the sake
of paying the cost.
Of Freedom.

So sleep well my fellow Americans,
and look well upon
our fellow veterans.
Thank a vet for all that they do,
because of them,
you can be
you.

We owe them at least that much
a thank you,
if not more,
that we don't have anyone worse
showing up at our door.

Thank also the police,
for the lack of anarchy,
and think again
the next time you loose
your precious car key.

A minor inconvenience
compared to,
all of those
who serve
the same
God Blessed,
Red. White. And Blue.

Amen.

She is
the world,
mine,
my everything.
From everything I do
say,
think
and in my very breath.

She's there
for me
Unto
even.
My eventual death.

She. Is mine.
To hold and cherish,
since I first stepped up to her maroon red door,
to the ring of promise upon her finger,
a promise to hold her,
and only her,
today
tomorrow
and forever more.

She is,
the girl I've known for too many years,
but not enough yet,
she is the one,
that I've had my heart set
for.

She is the young lady I knew
since she and I
had went to school.
She sat in every single one of my classes,
funny how that happens,
and how she makes the time worth stretching,
as the hour signals as it passes.

The hours becomes days,
days weeks, weeks, months into years for me,
but with her, I don't care,
I'm with her, and she with me,
even unto eternity.

The Lord has blessed us with such a fantastic view,
and we always be sure
that He gets His due,
though we could never thank him enough,
for sticking us together,
even through the rough.

To me, she is
my all in all,
my everything,
she's the one
that I gave...
I gave my ring.

I love her
and always have,
always will,
even when
the world shall
forever stand
still.

Still she is to me,
mine.

What you wanted
was what you wanted to do
regardless the cost
of what it cost you.

You charged on ahead,
full throttle
no brakes
you never looked back
no pause for second takes.

You wanted what you did
before you knew what it was,
you fooled no one, not even a kid.
And before you knew, it all had pass by,
only a buzz.

You past by those who had come to warn you,
of the dangers you would face,
but you left them behind,
all without a trace.

You mistook them for agitators, hoping to slow you down,
in a sense you were right,
but they were trying to get you to turn around.

And now you're here broken and confused,
you lie there on the cold hard ground,
misguided
abused.

What you wanted,
wasn't what you needed,
when It should've been all the warning signs
of danger
that you should have heeded.

Now you know, that
what you wanted was not the way,
so now is time to make the change.
Make the change to-day.

What you wanted, isn't what you needed,
so get off your high horse,
and don't be conceited.

Taking Pictures
SNAP
is all i've ever done,
taking pictures
FLASH
of everyone.

Private eye,
detective on scene,
CLICK
I flash the badge
and they all know
SNAP
just what I mean.

Pictures,
say a thousand words,
but not a single one
could describe the ones
that I've heard.

It's deeper than a thousand words,
even altogether,
it's more I iconic than anything,
heck it probably does one better.

It's a precious little memory,
of the time before,
it's to delay my forgetfulness,
if only for just a second more.

How old we've become,
that we need a reminder here or there,
how our mind tricks us some times,
and we look at someone familiar,
but all we are is confused, so we stare.

But a picture might help,
clear away the fog,
it's better than a journal,
and more loyal than a dog.

The pictures should have meaning,
all in its natural beauty,
you the taker,
have a rather solemn duty.

To preserve in history,
this moment in time,
where there is no reason,
there is no rhyme.
There simply is
that moment, the now
it really doesn't matter
matter how.
But let it happen
as it happens to be,
and maybe you'll remember
to jog your memory.

Pictures
let the cameras shutter and shake,
but thank God for these little things,
that we can even take
a small piece
of our memories.

Pictures.

Where were you,
when I took my first steps?
Where were you,
when I breathed
my first conscious breath?
When I said my first word,
all so very alone,
where were you,
that my hear turned to stone?

You with your "Job",
so busy yet so dead,
where were you,
to tuck me to bed?
Where were you,
to check for monsters in the dark,
where were you,
to drive us for ice cream
in the
park.

Where?

You were gone,
always away,
you were always busy,
you could never stay.
You were nothing more than a blur to me
you were the father,
I could never see.

Then on my fifth birthday,
you gave me a wink,
you left out the door,
not another word
leaving my heart to sink.

Like an eager dog,
I hoped you would return,
but then you left me with
my three other siblings,
but then again,
that wasn't any of your concern.

The only thing that kept
us from being lost in foster care,
was that I was always ready,
even when mom wasn't all there.
With her breath so foul
that it made it seem like a small aroma,
but when she slept, she slept,
like she was in a coma.

But you knew that didn't you?
You didn't find,
the pretty girl you once knew,
she was growing older,
and that just wouldn't do.
So on you moved to some pretty little thing,
you even went as far
as to buy her diamond ring.

Well pa,
I just wanna say thanks,
because now I'm numb,
to all of life's silly little pranks.
I'm more mature than I could have ever hoped to be,
I've taken the parent role alone,
but I bear the mark proudly.

Sure it hurts, when I look at the broken frame,
to think if we were an actual family,
well
it just wouldn't be the same.

You were gone,
gone,
away from the house,
because you're eyes and heart was always wandering,
always free to roam,
while I was here,
in this little place
called
home.

Now look where I am,
as a full grown man,
I'm doing better,
then all the rest say they can.
You've taught me things,
even when you were away,
I don't even regret it,
when you left that day.

You've made me, who I am today,
even in your absence,
you've given me lessons
that I wouldn't dare trade for any other way.

Look us now,
the children you had left on their own,
look at your children, all with their phones.
We grew up with nothing, with a broken house and broken dreams,
but your other kids grew up with everything they wanted,
everything...it seems.

I'm not sorry that it came out like this,
no I'm not even mad,
even on your deathbed, on your forehead I'll kiss,
because you're the only father I've ever had.
I love my other siblings, illegitimate or otherwise,
I'll tell them what I've told the others for so long,
nothing but lies.

So here's my letter,
to you my dear father,
for all the times when I didn't know what to do,
for all the times when I asked
"Where. Were. You?"

Gone.

Give me a piece
a peace to your heart,
give me a place
so that our love
can start.
Give me a piece
a piece of your mind,
give me your peace
and leave your worries behind.

Give me your hand,
and I'll show you the world,
up from above, and below the sand,
give me your feet
and I'll not lead you astray,
give me you,
so we can go on our way.

Give me a piece
of the peace you hold dear,
give me something,
anything,
let's start a friendship right here.

And so our friendship
will bloom like flowers
in the spring,
it'll come like the weather,
with all the sun and rain,
and the wind that sings.

Give me a piece of your peace
my love,
and I'll show you what heaven
is really made of.

It's not made out of gold,
or silvery things,
it's not even worth,
its worth in diamond
rings.

It's made out of love,
and pieces of peace,
it's the whispers of the wind
that plays in the trees.

It's the sweet ringing laughter
when you laugh in my ear,
it's when I hear you,
your sweet voice my dear.

A piece of peace,
is all that I need,
because that's all it takes,
is one little seed.

So give me a piece of your peace
my friend,
and I'll stand by it
never to
end.

A Piece
of
Peace.

That's all you wanted.
Just
to be
heard.
But now you're feeling
just a little
bit
disturbed.

Because all you ever wanted was
to be heard.
That you matter to someone
that you matter so much
to someone at all.
Anyone.
All you wanted
was to be
heard.

You gave him every thing,
your skin, your body, your soul,
but still he just looked at you
and asked for you to do
as you are
told.

You scream and shout
but lose your voice in the process
you wanted so badly just
to be heard.

Well little girl,
let me tell you,
that your tears were not shed in vain
that I know that the tears you shed,
were from all your pain.

I'm here to help
carry you home.
I'll hear you, I'll listen,
much more than anyone ever could,
because I love the sound of your voice,
I'll carry you farther than anyone else would.

When you just wanted to be heard,
you started shedding tears,
what will happen
when you run out
in the coming years?

I've heard you cry,
your sorrows and woes,
let me tell you, I'm here for you,
as far as our friendship goes.

Forever.

Because we all
just wanted
to be heard.

Some come
and fly away
away with me
my sweet, sweet,
little bird.