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380 · Jan 2015
Freeing You, Breaking Me
Nomad Jan 2015
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.
377 · May 2014
My Wish To You! (Ladies)
Nomad May 2014
Hello deary, just how are you on this lovely day?
On this day, where love is abound and in abundance,
Just what is it that you want?
A man to hold you every single day, to tell you that he loves you only you and completely?
A man who’ll stand by your side, a shoulder to cry on, a person who’ll make you laugh when you are down?
A man who’ll sing a tune, who’ll fall helpless and hopelessly in love with you everyday, and counts himself lucky to finally be with someone as perfect as you?
Perhaps you want more, a man who will be your other half, as the expression goes,
a person who’ll give you anything and everything, so much more than a simple rose.
What ever kind of man that you seek for, I wish you the best.
And that lucky fool of a man, passes your test.
May he be everything that want and need,
may he be strong and upright, against the world’s corruption and greed.
He’ll stay faithful to you even if it means turning his best friends if they put you down,
He’ll love everything about you, from the bottom of your toes to the tip of your crown.
For he’ll say to himself everyday, this is her, my queen of my heart,
I will make my vow and never shall we part.
For he’ll count his lucky stars, his blessings, and all,
he’ll be there right by your side, and would never ever let you fall.
These are the words of truth, to you from me,
I hope that that lucky man will love you now to eternity.
Perhaps you haven’t yet found your Mr. Right,
you've looked high and low, yet no one yet, try as you might.
I want you to hold tight, don’t give up hope!
I want you to hold your head up high, don’t you dare go and mope!
You are perfect, an angel from heaven, sent from up above,
don’t worry your pretty little head my dear, I know you’ll find your love.
I hope you’ll keep this letter, and it’ll still be here in your time of need,
listen well and do take heed!
You are lovely, in everything you do,
listen to me, for this is true.
You speak the words that break the heart of stone,
your laughter and love is apparent, this you have shown.
There is no reason that a man shouldn't love you
for you are perfect in everything you do.
You've a big heart, and it beats out loud for everyone to hear,
Love will find you, don’t you worry my dear.
I've rambled on for too long,
it’s time that I've ended this song.
Please know that this is from the bottom of my heart,
I've loved you from the start.
Whoever you become, several years from now, where ever you do roam,
just know there’s some one here, that loves you right here at home.
May God guide you to find your Mr. Right,
Happy Valentine’s day dear, keep shining, shining your light.
Today is Valentine’s Day, another one has come and gone,
gifts were exchanged, hugs and kisses expressed, now life goes on.
Now don’t you fret if you've yet to find love,
you’ll find your match, the one you've been dreaming of.
Keep on the faith, and never lose hope,
For when love comes along, think fast and grab the rope!
For your love will come fast and so unexpected, how could you be ready?
There’s a reason why they call it Serendipity.
When you find the one, the only, that angel from up above,
you’ll feel real peace, such comfort, much better than a glove.
I want you to enjoy every second, for life’s too short to just let it slip by,
this is a message to every girly girl and the manly guy.
No matter how and where,
the point is that it’s found you there.
You’ll find your love, perhaps through trial and error,
but know that you, and you just couldn't be fairer.
You should be treated as you should,
because you've given your love, as much as you could.
Don’t give them a chance to take you for granted cause you’re worth so much more,
the moment you know you aren't going no where fast, drop everything, let it hit the floor.
I pray that on the broken road to finding love, when you've finally see it simple and clear,
that you’ll persevere through every pain of a broken heart and every fallen tear.
I hope you the best in finding your love, your angel, your everything, your all in all,
And I hope you fall,
Fall in to the Arms of Love,
To the person whom it’s is meant to be.
Who’ll love you forever, into eternity, continuously, unconditionally, beautifully, perfectly, merrily, from sea to shining sea.
This has been a letter of Love, to you, from me.
Back when It was Valentines. I wrote and wrote, and didn't stop. So do enjoy. For every word I said, I meant, and I mean this to be for you.
377 · May 2014
Give me all...
Nomad May 2014
Give me all
of your troubles and tell me your fear,
show me your pain, and what you hold dear.
Give me every feeling,
from the happy to the sad.
Give me your time,
and patience if you can,
I'm not a perfect person,
I'm only, just a man.

But give me everything,
that's been on your mind,
I'll hold on to them today,
tomorrow, and forever, so you can finally leave the pain
behind.

Give me all of it.

All your joys and glee,
if you'd be willin' friend,
to share it all with me.
Give me your past,
the ghosts that haunt you still,
I never had left you,
and I promise I never will.

So give me all,
I ask of you please,
to trust me
to catch you
when you fall.

So give me your all.
370 · Oct 2014
A Begger's Prayer
Nomad Oct 2014
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.
Nomad Sep 2016
You weren't there
it's not the same
no one would know.

But what if I was,
what if it was,
what if I did know?

You see it's not the same without you any more.
Friend, brother, pillar of strength which I sought.
Why did it end like this? Why did you go this way?
Why didn't you ask for help? Why didn't we see the signs?
How could we have missed something like this,
that now instead of signs,
now we're left missing you.

I'm sorry.
But you weren't supposed to go like this,
not like this.

Friends, countrymen, let anyone who has an ear hear,
let anyone who has heart feel,
let me tell you.

Suicide. IS. NOT. and NEVER WILL BE. An acceptable solution.
There is help out there.
There are answers to your questions. Just as there was for me.

Please.
I tire of adding the names to the ever growing list.
I tire of checking the calendar to see more of the dead than the living left to celebrate.
Every year I wonder.
How many of us few.
Us merry few.
Will there be many of us left,
before we are old and gray?
How many will be left to laugh and smile
while we wither away.
370 · Sep 2014
Why are you angry?
Nomad Sep 2014
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?
368 · Apr 2014
It's okay
Nomad Apr 2014
It's okay to scream and shout,
to whine and pout,
to go ahead and pull your hair all out.
I've seen it before, I've done it once or twice,
I've seen the things, that happen, when people aren't nice.

It's okay, to throw a fits,
sometimes it leads, to throwin' fists.
Sometimes we'll throw more, in to the air,
sometimes it just, won't ever stay there.

It's okay.
To cry.
It's okay, for a tear in your eye.
Man or woman, boy or girl,
we all get hurt, in this big-small world.

But here's what's not okay, ever while you live,
never give up trying, because you've got so much more to give.
I've seen you give, so much love.
When friends think of happy times, it's the times with you they think of!
So don't give up! That's never okay!
You've got to keep fighting, to live another day!
Back down sometimes, if the fight's to hard,
but rise up stronger, play that ace card!

So it's okay.
I know that it'll be so.
I've got Faith in Jesus, and I've faith in you, you know?
368 · Apr 2014
Short
Nomad Apr 2014
I'll keep this brief, short, simple, concise!
There. Now I'm done...wasn't that nice?
366 · Apr 2014
Alone
Nomad Apr 2014
Alone
You never have to say
that it was someone's fault,
only your own.
Alone,
you don't have to worry about loved ones in the cross-fire,
you'll take the heat, the blame, the ridicule, the trails,
all alone, no rank...no file.
Alone
you sit, you wonder, you cry
no shoulder to lean on,
no one to ask...why?

Well my friend, look up, don't fear.
It's time you've seen the bluey sky, so clear.
I know that being alone has taken it's toll,
your angry, confused, your bitter heart, blinded your eyes, black as coal.
You'll fight me, push me away, unfamiliar to such
such damning kindness.
You desperately ache for a touch of human skin, telling you
you're alive and human too.
Well, my friend, if you'll let me. That's exactly what I'll do.

I'm not God, I'm not sent by him to be a glowing angel,
I'm just a guy, who sees the world from a different angle.
Believe me, there's lots to go and hang your head down low for,
but believe me too when I say, life, is so worth living, when you open the door.
And look...
You don't have to be alone anymore.

Together
we can be friends, we can go see the world from a far with one look,
or we can just sit at the park, read a few good books

Together
we can find more friends, to join our little party,
or it can be just you and me.

Together
we'll conquer the world, have it dance in our hands,
or we'll spread the word of peace, far into distant lands.

Where ever you go, whatever you do,
while you count your blessings and say your "Amen"
Just know, that you'll never have to be alone. Ever. Again.

Together.
Nomad Mar 2014
I doubt you've heard of me.
I doubt you ever will.
I doubt you'll ever think of me,
while you read this still!
So here's to our doubts, the ones we have,
(so many)
if we paid for all our thoughts,
we'll need much more than pennies.
Give to me your cares and your wishes,
bestow upon me your love.
Grace me with your graceful presence,
and know that it's you I'm thinking of!
So let me tell you one thing,
if anything is true.
It's just that.
I truly and verily much so
Love...
You.
363 · Mar 2014
The House Upon the Hill
Nomad Mar 2014
This is a poem. Of a house on the hill.
No I never lived there. No not even once.
But I've always wondered what'd it be like to be to live
on that house upon the hill.
To sit there on the front porch, and watch the grass grow tall,
just like the children with each coming season;
winter, spring, summer and fall.
Give me some time, that's all I ask.
And I'll get you that house upon the hill,
if that was my final task.
Because for you, I'd build a village, and name it in your honor.
Only if that's your will.
But as for me, I'll be content. To just have you, here with me,
in that house.
That little old house.
Up.
Upon that hill.
361 · Apr 2014
Spark
Nomad Apr 2014
Sparks
make flames
Flames make fire
Fires are just as hot
just as my inner desires.
359 · May 2014
Sing me a song
Nomad May 2014
Sing me a song,
of your life, and mine
sing the song of joys and pains,
sing me a tune
about right and wrong.

Sing me the song
of places we've been to
the places we have not
yet seen,
sing me the melody,
of places we've not yet been!

Sing me the song
of the troubles you've had,
the slow melancholy music,
of what's made you so sad,
sing me hymn of tears,
that you've cried each night
when you tear yourself from the inside
and how you give in without a fight.
Sing me that ode.

Sing to me the songs,
of your victories!
Sing me the triumphant blare,
of your histories!
The songs of your life
where you stood tall
head up high!
The songs of your life
where you felt you could
fly!

Sing me a song
of friend of mine
sing me a song
let me hear every
line.

Sing me a song.
355 · May 2014
To you?
Nomad May 2014
What is she to you?
Another body?
Another Tool?
You broke her once,
and never again,
you took her heart,
and smashed it to pieces,
you tore her to shreds
corrupted her meekness.

Look at what you've done,
you two-faced liar,
you're on the next high
just trying to get one step higher.

Look at yourself, you ***** piece of trash,
everything you say or do,
is all in a rush,
and all rather rash.

I'm not perfect,
but God forbid should I strike a woman for the moment,
cause when the law catches up,
it'll be time to confess your sins,
and confess to own it.

What have you done?!
What has she to you,
that you had to commit,
to say it led to what you said you had to do.

Why?
What was she to you?
Uh. Came out of no where.
355 · Jan 2015
Homebound
Nomad Jan 2015
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.
351 · Dec 2017
You Wouldn't Know Her
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
351 · Jan 2015
A Mirror Hangs
Nomad Jan 2015
A mirror hangs
upon the wall over there,
and as all the boys and girls go to ask,
"Mirror Mirror, art thou fair?"

As they all worry about the looks,
of their precious hair,
they do not see the beauty
that is truly standing there.

When they look upon
that reflection of lies,
they continue to hide
behind that perfect disguise.

Behind the clothes,
the make-up,
and the brand names of them all,
they buy all the lies
the lies that call.

They call out everyday,
that they have no worth,
saying they were born ugly,
ever since their birth.

They say that you can't fit in,
because misfits as they may be,
they aren't cool, if they can't do a little bit of
sin.

Names used to be unique,
appreciated as it was for who they were,
now it's about those "Apple Bottom Jeans,"
and the "Boots. With the fur."

Can't you see dear children?
The corruption before your eyes?
When will you BREAK the mirror?
When will you be free of those LIES?!

God! I can't tell you enough,
all the cuts, burns, bruises, blood and tears,
that I've felt and seen,
I keep asking myself as I ask others,
"Why do you have to be so mean!?"

What is the purpose!
To make others become like you?
Why can't you let them be,
let them be free to do as they do?

Is it so hard?
Is it such trial,
as to call a human for what they are?
I wonder, but I already know, that they always push the limits,
just way too far.

Mirror, mirror.
On the wall?
Who's the fairest,
one
of
All?
351 · Mar 2015
A Fire in the Rain
Nomad Mar 2015
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.
347 · Jul 2015
Where I Stand
Nomad Jul 2015
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.
346 · Apr 2014
To know what you can't buy
Nomad Apr 2014
You've heard this spiel, once or twice,
or too many times before
but now hold on! Don't reach for that door!
I've got to tell you, a small little story,
okay maybe a poem, but don't you worry.

There's a man out there, that doesn't mind to be poor,
Somewhere a woman out there, huddles cold and hungry on the floor,
but somewhere they know, that there's a happier place,
somewhere they know, they'll have a happier face.
Somewhere a child, knows that they'll be food in abundance you see,
somewhere they know that they're life is full of flavor, not just redundancy.

okay, maybe that was rather low-key...er whatever that means

So think of this,
pay attention or else you just might miss
the important thing
that you can't buy.

Happiness.
no it wasn't an excuse to make you say Ha-*****.
Love.
Friendship.
The little things in life that you can't buy.

Help someone,
but why stop there?
There's people to save, so start today my friend,
because everyone needs someone, in the end.

You can't buy friendship,
it doesn't come in a bottle,
You can't buy love,
it must be complete and full, ups and downs, not gently and coddled.
You can't buy happiness.
Because. Those aren't the memories you want to last,
it's a moment that you know, you don't want to let go too fast.

Oh yeah. That moment.
May you have many of those,
I hope that you'll never let them go, and keep them close.
May your memories of them be ever fond,
of the people you've helped to smile, the friendships, the bond.

I don't know how to explain why you just can't buy them.
So find out yourself, shouldn't be a problem.
Nomad Apr 2014
If you're reading this, or stumbled upon this by chance,
then you've done a good deed, allow me to explain, this fortunate happenstance!
You see my dear reader, you've done quite extraordinarily well,
because for each stroke of key, each dash of a pencil,
you've created something unique, and different, and altogether wonderful!
You've bravely and boldly put out one foot, and followed close with the other,
you, dear reader, are a name among many, child, brother, sister, father, or mother.
You've done it, yes I must say you have indeed,
you've broken the barrier, for with words, here you exceed!
Exceed beyond expectations, beyond the crushing blow,
the world tried to stamp you out, but it didn't work, I'm sure you know.
Because here you are! Still standing, sitting, living right there!
And you still have a set of lungs to breath, that sweet, smoggy, air!
Ah yes, all jest aside,
no, no, my friend stay but a little while longer! No need to run or hide!

Ah yes my friend what a splendid job you've done,
doing what many others, would not dare to have begun!
You're life of longing, all your wishes and fears alike,
you've written them all out, now you speak them through the mike.
Here you are, in your own little world, secluded, or so it seems,
here where you sit and read, the others hopes and dreams.
So sit on again,
come back to me my friend,
and we'll find out just what you've done, and what needs doing,
and don't bother about the work, there's no other place that's going.

You've exposed yourself, naked on this page,
you've said it all, the hate, hurt, the happiness, and the rage.
You've cried tears of joy, and let the river of pain flow on,
You've even stayed awake for this, well past the crack of dawn.
You've helped others see, what they could not see in themselves at all,
what bravado, what commitment, what gallantry, what gall!
So here you are, reading this silly little poem,
and you have a choice to make, to stay isolated and alone, or give a chance to know'em!

So I suppose you've done a heroic thing, by stepping outside the box,
your words, they flow and they dance, they trot just as the fox.
I will not ask for what does the fox speaketh to you,
I'm just saying, you've done well my friend, I sincerely mean it, I do.

Now off with you then. Time to fire up your kindled fire,
let the world know, of what you really, truly, desire!
You've got a world to conquer, not by sticks nor by stone,
but by the blood of your body, and the spirit in your bone!
So go on, tally **! Charge on unto the breach,
the little man lacks the voice, so its time for you to teach!
God bless you, your face which I may never meet,
God bless the things you do, and may you always stand upon two feet!
Whoop! Go get'em folks!
343 · Sep 2014
Faded Pictures
Nomad Sep 2014
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.
341 · Apr 2014
The Hidden
Nomad Apr 2014
They scamper about, dashing through the shadows
they're in every tree, under each meadow.
They'll never admit, to their shame so large,
about the fear they have, of a power in charge.
So they work through the night, laying waste where they may,
but disappear just as quick, as quick before the break of day.
Mind your footing, and steel your mind,
don't believe the stories, of things that creep behind.

Guard your heart, for the hidden chase after,
be brave now poor soul, do not fear their laughter.
The hidden are strong by the numbers in the shadows,
but have no friends, when the light reveals what was hidden in those.

Take courage, be not afraid, there's much more to be said of the right,
if only you'd wait to see the light.
Stand tall, stand firm, among the ranks, with your friends and family near,
fight the shadows, the hidden, the tempters! Fight for all you hold dear!

The hidden shall melt away.
Away in the glorious sunlight.
And at the start of a brand new day,
may we never forget, the struggle...our fight.
Against.
The Hidden.
340 · Feb 2015
What I Fear
Nomad Feb 2015
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.
337 · Aug 2018
Restless
Nomad Aug 2018
It's midnight
and I can't stop
thinking
about
it.

Toss left
turn right
flip the pillow
just one more
time.

It's One in the morning,
throw your leg across a pillow
and leave it hanging
for a slight breeze
cough once
and a small
sneeze.
And I still can't find
sleep.

It's now Two
and I can't help but try
to run simulations in my head
on how not to
die.
It's a game
it's all it is
I think I found it
a way to...
nevermind.

It's Fifteen past Three
I wake with a jolt
something about bugs
or something just as distressing
but once again
its my sleep that I'm
missing.

Four in the morning
I've but an hour left for any chance of decent rest
I toss here
and turn there
**** it all
it's already
Five.

Some how I find it
a bit of reprieve from my torture
but I wake to my alarm
it's Half past Six
time for work.

And I'm still
missing her.
What have I done...
337 · May 2014
Think about the Children!
Nomad May 2014
Think about the children!
The Children!
...So they cry and wail,
when all we do is cram them in boats,
and let them set sail.

We all want, and hope for a better future,
for you, for me, for us and them.
When we really are missing out, on the one true gems.

The Children!

Ah yes, the crumb-crunchers,
the ankle-bitters,
the moving, sleeping, babbling, leaking toilet and faucet,
we really don't know what we have,
as per usual, until we have truly lost it.

The Children.

They'll only be children once,
in respect to their age,
and then they'll grow up,
start a whole new chapter,
with the turning of a page.

And so quickly does the page turn.

The Children were us,
and now more are coming,
when they start to cry,
where exactly do we go running?

Be the one to give them hope,
be the one to tell them to follow their dreams,
be the one to teach them what's right and wrong,
teach them, teach them, to sing their own song.

This life is cruel, the world more so,
lessons can be learned the easy and the hard way,
but they have to be learned,
learned some day.

So start young,
with the precious little ones,
teach them all that is right and well,
to your daughters and sons.

Let them be children,
for the sake of their future,
let them have their past,
because they'll only be children once,
before the years start running fast.

So think about the Children,
yours, mine and ours,
keep them safe, and teach them well,
or they'll be rotten, and sours.

This is for the children so small,
think of one,
you think of all.

For the Children.
Don't be creepy. Any way, seriously, take on the role of the parent, if any here being one would understand, they wan the best for them.  And if you're a sibling, be the shining example. Even if you're younger.
And even if you're baby-sitting, or simply being kind, play the role of bigger brother or sister. And mind your manners.
335 · Dec 2017
Faded
Nomad Dec 2017
Brush off the old scrap book
come closer and come see
what it was like
in a life before I had become
me.

Long ago
as a sprouting lad no older than yourself
I had dreams to go to the moon and beyond
though I couldn't even reach the lowest shelf.

I had dreams
ambitions
I had hopes to one day become
to be something greater
to be greater
than some.

I had an easy life
all things I needed
I had
I was always well taught by my teachers
to tell others of how I felt
during the happy times
and the sad.

I had the best of friends
that helped make some of the best times of my life.
They helped me out in the inbetween moments
of my joys
and my strife.
Not all of them had stayed in my ever fleeting life of mine
but I still had the best of their memories
the best of their time.

My memories are not as clear and sharp as they used to be
the ones I do remember are so blurred that it saddens me.
I can not remember the dimples in their smiles
the pictures I have left do them no justice in my files.

I can no longer recall the sweet sound of their laughter
I can no longer recall the precious memories that I long after.

Have I forgotten even their names
yes, sadly it is so
but friends we once were.
This. I do know.

So friend of mine
I hope we meet again soon
by the swing set
by the jungle gym
under the tree on the hill
at noon.

I am blessed enough to have met you once before
may I have the fortune to see you again
just once more.
334 · May 2014
A World Away
Nomad May 2014
You're a world away from me,
my friend over there,
you're too far to hear me shout,
when I yell to the air.

You're a world away from me,
when you need me the most,
and when you tell me this truth,
I pale like a ghost.

You're a world away from me,
and I can't help but sigh,
because now I feel useless,
I could just sit here and...
cry.

But I won't.

Because A world away,
is nothing to me,
it won't stop this friend,
from helping another you see?

I'll do what I have to,
to get to where you are,
I'll fly, I'll drive,
I'll move the mountains and walk on water,
I'll go the distance, no matter how far!

Because my friend
you're worth every second,
you who are oh so,
very, very distant!

Never fear, never fear,
Don't give up hope my dear!
Because You're worth that much and more,
so much more to me.

So a world away,
or even two.
This ol' boy's gonna do,
what a boy's gotta do,
just
to get
to you.

Even if you're a world away.
I wait for your call,
just a word, or my name, is all you need to say.

And I'll be there,
No longer a world away.

Just me,
right here,
To stay.

With You.
Just have a room for me to stay!
330 · Aug 2014
Out of Reach
Nomad Aug 2014
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.
328 · Dec 2014
At this Cafe
Nomad Dec 2014
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.
324 · Apr 2014
Breath
Nomad Apr 2014
Heads underwater,
but you still want to breath,
you want to survive, and you fight with everything you got,
hands, nails, feet, toes, and teeth.
Breathing gets harder, when your under pressure,
it's hard to look around,
because that's time used for leisure.
Breathing is harder
when you're under the water.
324 · Mar 2014
To the Reader
Nomad Mar 2014
To the reader.
This shall be one of many-a letters to come,
this is to you, the happy, the sad, the awesome, the glum.
I do request, ever formally so, that you embark with me on a small adventure,
away, away, so far away we'll go.
Where you ask? Well it's not to far, but it really quite is, but where indeed,
don't ask me, I don't know!
Shall we go in search for treasures, spoils of wars long dead and forgotten?
Or shall we band together our merry men and women, to foil the villain!
Come away, come away! Oh reader imagine just imagine what we'll see,
Beautiful dreamer, won't you wake unto me?
There's a world so fantastic, just waiting to be found,
will we go in trumpets full a-toot, glorious and fantastic, or shall we sneak,
as to make not one sound?
Shall we find ourselves running from the Law?
Or shall we as friends, stand and fight the enemy, use shock! Make Awe!
I do say my reader, the sun is quite high,
surely this can't be our final goodbye?
Quite possibly we'll depart for a moment (or two!)
But as for me, well I'll just wait here. That's what I'll do!
I'm your voice inside your head, you silly little goose.
Now open up imaginations, and let your fingers type, set me loose!

Ah, I see you've stumbled upon a work of mine,
shall we be brothers, or sisters in arms? Or shall you be more, then, a gal so fine.
I respect your wishes, and follow your command.
But do not assume that your voice will accomplish, all you demand.
I'm not unreasonable, I'm not as unsightly,
but you'll see now that my morals are mighty.
So will this be a romance, or more of...
a tragedy?

So reader I dare say, I've really taken you away.
I promised you didn't I to take you there,
but oh dear, it seems, you've not moved anywhere!
Have you forgotten what time has passed?
Are you completely convinced? This wasn't half-fast?
So reader I must say my adieu's,
but fret not, for here I shall wait.
Wait.
For.
You.
Haha...get it?
Anyway. Hope you enjoyed it. Promises made are promises kept.
324 · May 2014
Along the Way
Nomad May 2014
Some where
along the way,
you have to pick and choose,
a place to stay.

Some how,
along the stay,
you'll pick up friends,
or lose some anyway.

You rest a while,
or run in place,
thinking maybe some how,
you'll leave a trail, or not a trace.

So you pick up your things,
and continue on your way,
because you've got a place to be,
and there's no more time to delay.

You move at first light,
at, indeed, the ****-crack of dawn,
through the hills and valleys,
through a neighbor hood of fresh cut lawn.

But somewhere along the way,
even with immense and terrible beauty,
you start to feel the weight of your bag on your shoulders,
and you wonder why you feel so lonely?

You have friends,
yes indeed it's true,
but there's not one yet,
who'll stand right beside you.

So some where along the way,
with a new found, driven goal,
you'll go out looking again,
to find someone who'll ease your soul.

You'll find treasures through the wreck,
peace within the storm,
you'll shout the echo of silence,
all in such an elegant and monstrous form.

You'll find this,
maybe him, maybe her, be that as it may,
you'll find this and more!

All along the way.
Nomad May 2014
I've decided to take this empty space, and fill it with words of love,
So hear now, my sweet angel, and listen for it’s you that I speak of.
I wish you well, in your many years of life,
I hope you’ll find the man, who’ll call you his wife.
Take these words, and take it to heart,
Then you've found your love, may nothing ever tear you apart,
Through struggles, and trials, through much pain and fallen tears,
Know the love of friendship, the love from your peers.
They stand by you, without judgment nor blame,
Know that you are still as amazing when you leave them, and just as amazing as you came.
They’ll help you, and guide you, shape the person you are today,
Know that the love of a friend, is always there to stay.
Look upon this letter, and what ever more that you may need me to send,
to reassure, my dear, that love will find you in the end.
Whether your knight comes soon, in shining armor, gleaming and all,
or perhaps later, when returned from the call,
I pray that he’ll look after you, and love you for what you are,
because you’ll be his angel, his love, his shining star.
So here I end this poem for you,
That you’ll find the man that’s worth his salt,
and will eventually earn your earnest,
“I do.”
320 · Apr 2014
Don't
Nomad Apr 2014
Don't
Give up.
Because that's never going to help you anyway.
Don't
hold back the tears
because tears aren't of weakness, but of a different calling, a cry for help.
Don't
Ignore
the help, the signs, the mistakes, the lessons. Everything you'll need is there.
Don't
forget
You'll always have friends, willing to lend a hand.
Even if it's a total stranger, from some distant land.
Don't
Worry.
Cause there's plenty more to worry about!
Don't
forget
To smile.

Don't. Can be good sometimes.
319 · Apr 2014
Crazy
Nomad Apr 2014
Just a little bit,
is a healthy dose
this is how, we work, at most,
a little bit here, some more over there,
we've got crazy hidden,
under our hair.

We're a little crazy,
inside and out,
little bit crazy,
without a doubt.

So sing with me,
for a little while,
how sane we are while we're alive,
hurry it up to slow it down, before it runs on the out style!

Crazy people don't think that they're crazy,
you and I, we're not crazy,
there fore we're not too crazy.
Isn't that.
Crazy?
319 · Oct 2014
Resistance Is Futile
Nomad Oct 2014
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.
318 · May 2014
What You Wanted
Nomad May 2014
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.
316 · Aug 2014
Words Well Needed
Nomad Aug 2014
Words well needed
are often to be heeded,
but rather than adhered,
it leaves the stranded,
worse off than what they feared.

Words well needed,
such as hello, or how are you?
A few kind words,
are really what make do.

Just a few simple words,
every now and again,
it just might save a life in the long run,
maybe every now and then.

See
it doesn't take a man in tights,
with a cape or wispy hair,
all it really takes,
is a friend who shows they care.

Showing and believing,
go hand in hand you see,
because with the two together,
they know you speak sincerely!

Words well needed,
can be simple and maybe few,
they can be speeches, and monologues,
so long as they say
I'm here for you.

So I say to you,
my readers that I adore,
I will always be here for you,
today and forever more.
310 · Aug 2014
New Kid on the Block
Nomad Aug 2014
New kid on the block,
where did you go,
to where did you walk?
We used to be friends
for hours we would talk!

But there you are,
no longer abiding
at your once was abode,
to whom shall I call now,
when I walk this weary road?

There you were,
my friend of the block,
you were outside on all hours!
Tick Tock
Tick Tock.

We used to play outside,
as boyhood friends would always do,
I would show you the town
but you would invent someplace new!

We made this small town
our own little playground,
when a building was put up,
we made sure to be there,
when another was torn down!

New kid, on the block
I remember when you kept,
a stash of goods just behind your sock,
just enough,
for you alone,
I didn't know what it was,
but I wish I had known.

New kid on the block
we've had a blast,
that much I can say,
but now even night must come,
and chase the day.

I'm sorry it ended..
i'm so sorry it ended...
that it had ended this way.

To the New Kid on the Block...
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Nomad Oct 2014
Time long lost
but not forgotten
they're like old pictures.
Lost, old, ***** and muddled,
but thankfully not rotten.

Old memories sweeter than wine,
moments so cherished, as the years go by
it's these simple, little things that brings a tear
to my eye.

A moment of weakness
in my room alone,
these pictures are simple
but are powerful enough
to break even
a heart of stone.

Times behind me
nostalgic and melancholy
are the one's I'll keep
keep and bring even as I sleep.

Because for a time long lost
it was not forgotten
309 · Apr 2014
Haven't you Heard?
Nomad Apr 2014
Haven't you heard
of a silly little word?
No, little bird,
it's not you at all,
how ever that was quite smart of you,
smart of you doll.

Haven't you heard,
that the world's out to get us?
They'll do what ever they can, and say what they want,
just to put you under the bus!

Haven't you heard,
there's a war going on,
we fight the good fight, but now we hold for dawn?
It's hard and brutal, but onward we do march to-day,
We march, for our friends and neighbors,
even for our enemies we say.

Haven't they heard,
that we're not perfect, but we don't try to be,
that one day we'll see the Promised Land,
the Promised land we'll see.

Haven't they heard,
that there's a word,
that we all know and love.
It's the word, that we use so lightly,
think they know what we're thinking of?

We've heard it all before,
how love conquers all, but shatters on the floor,
but how can I stand quietly by,
as I see the love all stand to die?

Hear, hear!
Hear this cry!
Beware thine heart and not shed not a tear from thine eye!

Keep your chin up,
chest flat,
always know, you can do better than that.
But you're perfect,
with all your little flaws,
so fight for yourself and the others, with skin, nails tooth,
And when this fight is over, I'll see you by the corner booth.

Or haven't you heard?
We're A-L-L just a bit disturbed?

Oh but don't you worry,
no don't you fret,
we'll may lose our battles,
but we'll win this war yet!
308 · Nov 2017
Brighter than Stars
Nomad Nov 2017
Across the lands of what once was home,
over the seas and through spans of time
I did roam.
I searched and searched both far and wide,
with neither a hint of direction nor guess of a clue,
I was lost in the wild with out guide,
not knowing what to do.

So across the skies I flew,
and over rolling hills so plain,
I came across a little hiding place,
where my wandering thoughts did entertain.

I came upon a camp,
with creatures scattering this way and that,
to find such a hidden wonder,
on a land so plain and flat.

My friends, my family, my comrades in arms did they all,
arranged themselves into rank and file
at the mention of the call.

There they are.
There they stand
so proud and tall
I remember them now
I remember them all.

Their lives all well lived
some more than others they might say
but I remember them still
who they are to this day.

Brighter than stars
they shined in this world
brighter than stars
did their lives unfurled.

They twinkled so brightly
be it day or nightly.
Playful and carefree
that was how it used to be.

They were...
when it was.
But no longer are they.
the world isn't as it used to be.
We knew there had to come a day.

Reality took hold
and reared its ugly head.
One by one
Death came by and choked out their lives
and the stars I used to look up in wonder...
are all dead.

Now by the flicker of a candle
they all hold in mourning
in these ancient halls
and faded painted walls
are memories in want of restoring.

Brighter than stars
they used to be
brighter than stars
they shined so brightly.
307 · Oct 2015
Only When You're Around
Nomad Oct 2015
Only when you are here
do I truly fear,
If what I say or do next
will scare you away
or have you stay.

I'm so scared that every time you come near
I'm afraid of what you might hear
come out my unholy mouth
that is unworthy to speak while you are around
so unworthy, I'm afraid to utter a sound.

I fear that you'll find
that whatever it is you look for in me will scar your mind.

I am not that man, that good man that you now see,
I will never come close to being half the man you need me to be.

So silently I sit,
alone and afraid,
scared of the mess
that has yet to be made.

Because when you're around do I appear to be good
but my dear, my darling, my friend of mine I'm misunderstood.
For in fact I am not a good man, even though I may do good things,
I am a bad man, even though I buy you petty stuff, and pretty rings.

Just because when you're around, do I do good things,
but don't take me for a good man.

Don't take me...
I'm no good.
304 · May 2014
Pictures
Nomad May 2014
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.
302 · Jul 2014
In the Rain
Nomad Jul 2014
In the rain
we learn,
it's not about the wait,
waiting until it passes,
it's all about what we do,
to get off our sorry *****!

Aye indeed,
in this mamby-pamby world,
sleepy as it is,
we don't need to be another sleepy soul,
we need to learn what was like,
back when we were just kids!!

Dance in the rain,
splash in the puddles!
Play in the mud,
watch the things that scuttles!

The rain is a beautiful thing,
through the wind and storms,
see how we wither and shrink,
no fairer than the under worms!

The rain, breaks away the mightiest stone,
it humbles the proud,
and never a drop comes alone.

Starts with one,
some where, some how,
and washes away what was,
so we can focus on the now.

A beautiful rainbow,
at the end of the storm,
reminds us of our lives,
the company of each other,
the laughter that keeps us warm.

If only we learned to dance in the rain,
maybe we would learn,
there's much more to life,
than just the pain.

So smile and dance,
next time you see rain.
Don't you worry,
that sunny sky,
and colorful rainbow,
you'll both see again.
302 · Jul 2014
What a Day
Nomad Jul 2014
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.
298 · Aug 2017
Weary and Frustrated
Nomad Aug 2017
I do not like this job
no not one bit,
I do not like this job
no, in fact, not at all!
I would not work this in a school
or in a pool,
I would not work this in the hall
or at the mall!
I do not like this job
no not at all!

16 hours prior I worked until my mind and hands were numb,
3 hours of rest later I return to duty
and feeling all the more dumb!

Favors on favors
to what end do they accrue,
When favors on favors are stacked against you?

Either give me rest
so that I may do my best,
or sit down with me
and pay the fee
but my patience, do not test.
295 · May 2014
There Are
Nomad May 2014
There are worse things
in life that could
happen to you,
there are worse things indeed,
indeed it's true.

You could be struck with poverty, hunger and doubt,
you could be stuck in a home, where all they do is shout,
you could be scarred from all,
the pain you receive,
you could be the one, that come 15,
your house you did leave.

But there worse things than that.
And so I present to you, with a courteous bow,
and the tip of my hat.

We as a people
are called humanity,
yet humanity is a word
a word in which that describes itself,
isn't that absurd?

So what do I mean, with that little fiddle above?
I'm just saying,
the world needs more love.
Love is a power,
beyond all comprehension,
love is something we do more,
than really just mention.

I'm not saying, make love,
if you know what I mean,
I'm saying, love the kind of love,
that doesn't...really need a scene.
Trust me, there are ways.

There are
so many things,
that you can do alone,
but it only seems lonlier,
when you're just a rolling stone.
So get a few friends,
save those precious few,
and know that you're the only one they care for,
yes. Just You.

It's time for me
to wrap this up,
this little work
right on here,
so I can spend my time,
holding those I hold dear.

There are better ways to spend your time.
Did you find the message?
Plainly hidden in this rhyme?

There Are...
295 · May 2014
A Beautiful Day!
Nomad May 2014
It's a beautiful day,
today, yesterday, and tomorrow,
I just can't wait until,
I see what there is to follow!

A beautiful day,
is any kind of weather,
it's always a beautiful day,
when you have friends to make it better!

You can take, all the wonders of the world,
and all of the adoring fan,
but it just wouldn't be the same,
as exploring it with friends,
the only way friends can.

Together.

So enjoy a beautiful day,
outside, sun and rain,
away with your tech-knowledge-ee,
and out into the world together,
to see what's there to see.

There's a world out there,
not waiting for even a moment's breath,
you can't enjoy a beautiful day,
if you're stuck to your phone, text-ing away to death!

Make memories, that mean something,
that mean something today!
Then go out there again,
and make a few more memories, I say!

Get off the phone, the calls can really wait,
because you just might even miss out,
on a really important date.

To enjoy A beautiful day.
I'm up for it, what do you say?
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