I hear you, I see you,
but I dare not say to you.
"Hey. I love you."
It's so simple, but it never really is.
So I stand here at the corner of happy and healthy, waiting for...you.
Sketchy.
Oops.
Let's try this again.
I hear you, I see you,
but I dare not say to you,
what is really beating in my heart, and what echos in my head.
I talk to you and I stutter,
you leave the room, and I begin to shudder.
You're the color in my world, the music, the life,
because I'm looking for not a fling, but really for a wife.
If that kind of commitment really scares you,
I won't apologize for what is true.
Because now that you (don't) know about how I really feel, inside my soul
I have a hole here now, from the heart you just stole.

Okay too cheesy? Let's put it this way.
Simple and Clear.
Be mine forever, to cherish and to hold,
in sickness and in health,
until death do we never part,
because I'll chase you up to heaven,
because you'll still tease me with my heart.

One day, I'll share with you all of these, as quirky as they may be.
But one day I'll build the nerve to ask you, to always stay with me.

Try Again!
Don't give up!
Never surrender!
And Wash up for Sup!
Never forget, always remember!
These are the words you hear, every September!
What ever is told, you're told to keep,
But there's a song I hear about waking him after his sleep.
They'll push you down, cause you let down your guard,
you get back up and fight twice as hard.
They'll tell you that your goal isn't worth it,
well who is it that they should decide!
When things get tough, are you one to run and hide!?
Well?!....Okay maybe once and a while, sure, whatever, so what who cares!
Do something greater, deserving those stares!
Show them humility, can always topple pride!
Hehe that's the first step, and we've got a long ride.
Alright, feet on the ground, chin back up,
not to high, just keep your nose clean,
avoid the politics, you know what I mean?
Be ready for anything, but relaxed and calm,
Offer peace and smiles, but prepare for the qualm.

Alright you should be set for now,
but as for the rest, I don't know how.
C'mon get moving, shuffle your feet.
You better not stand there, or else you'll be beat.

Try again, again and again.
Never lose hope, and never give in.

Finding you,
was no simple task,
finding you,
made me lose my flask!
Bah, humbug!
Blast and bother all!
I took many a trips,
and much more falls!

But in finding you,
I've managed to do,
things I didn't imagine,
knew things I never knew!

In finding you,
which again was no walk in the park,
I've learned to find the light,
to light the path in the dark.
I've learned to fight for myself,
and others along the way.
I've learned to finally endure,
the tortures of everyday.

Because in finding you,
every tears, blood, and sacrifice I made and shed for you,
could not compare to when,
I finally found.
You.

That's all it took to open my eyes,
to see the color in,
the bright bluey skies.
One simple touch of your hand on mine,
to set my path straight,
one solid narrow line.
I don't mind,
all the pain I've gone through,
I'll go again gladly,
so long as it leads to you.

So dear, my dear,
please stay by my side,
together we stand, to multiply,
and for us to never ever
divide.

I will
Promise you the things, I know that I can keep,
here in our house, on this bed where we sleep.
I will
Never let you go
Never let my feelings show
because my pride is too much for even me to handle,
I stumble in the dark looking for a light, to light the candle.
I Will
Always be your friend
even up to the never end.
We've a long road ahead,
and this road never stops, even after that we are dead.
I will
be faithful always, to you and you alone,
because for you and only you, I'll take the beating of any stick or stone.
I lay down my life, I put my heart in the care of your hands,
Do not drop it, or break it, or share it, because no one understands.
I will
Be your best friend, one of a kind indeed,
One day we'll have it right together, one day I shall succeed.
I know it's a long way from there,
but believe me when I say that there's more that I'm able to bare.

I will never give up, never surrender, to a world that's so defiant,
sooner or later, the wee little man, will grow to be the giant.
We shall show the world, exactly what we're made of,
we're made from the best of divine qualities, and the best of that, is Love.
I will teach
I will preach,
I will do what must be done,
But hurry, hurry now, before the setting sun.

I will however, take a break once in a while,
and just watch the birds fly mile after mile,
Or see how the people go about, shuffling their feet,
hard strained to see a smile, with strangers that they meet.
So here I will sit, to watch the world spin 'round,
so here I will sit, and not make a sound.

I dare say, I've said quite a lot,
perhaps too much, but too little all the same,
back to bed with you now, away with your silliness, you lads and ye dames.
I will promise you something, that you'll not forget so soon.
That tomorrow when you awake and arise,
that even when at your best or your worst, you'll always have the bluey skies.
Look at the sky, be they cloudy or be it as it may,
so far I've seen there's one thing that'll always stay.

I will
let you leave,
if that's what you wish.
Or perhaps a friendly game of, what is it, Go-Fish?
HA.

The doctor is in!
So please don't you worry
A thing on your head,
I'm the doctor, dear
I'll make sure you're not dead!

Feel the rhythm
Of your heart beating fast!
Listen to your ragged breathing,
As your surroundings blur past!

Run, run, run forever more
Run, my friend with me the doctor!
Away from cruel death's door!

I'll show you the world
Is full of fascinating things!
That life is much more
than little diamonds on little rings.

Take my hand
And we'll fly away once more,
Come away with me
And see what life has in store!

Knock knock
Doctor
Doctor who?
Exactly right! No need for fright!
Come run with me and see a sight!

Just trust me my dear,
I'm the doctor.
So please, stay near?

Physical pain is fleeting,
but shame is eternal
especially
for one such as me
who's struggles are kept
internal.

What whips and lashes
spikes and prods
could do to skin
could never hurt so much
as the whispers said
from within.

Reminders of our past
are the heaviest chains of all
the most bittersweet echo
the only one we answer to
when ever it may call.

Shame is the gateway
to a path of self destruction,
for no matter how many walls you try to build
they will do little to offer protection.

Live with it you must
but not forever, dear
we made our mistake
oh look who's come to join
it's our old friend
fear.

A mistake?
You believe I've made one? Hmm, come with me and we shall see.
You believe I've mistaken you for someone else, that once was that person I once knew?
That's what you believe, do you?
And why's this, that after all these years that I would change my mind,
just to come over and "waste" my time?
I dare say my friend, you've got it all wrong,
for you see I'm here for you because it's been so long!
Let's get to know each other, see how much things have changed,
and what, I wonder, had survived and stayed the same?

I won't love you any less, or hate you anymore,
I'll just be a little disappointed when I come knocking on your door.
Don't tell me I'm mistaken, for the person I know you still are,
Well even if they're on holiday, they couldn't have gone too far.
So let me again hold your hand dear friend,
and let me tell you of the times, follow along now, or just pretend.
One day even after we meet and part ways, so sad,
One day you'll look up and think, of that friend, so glad!

I'm not your shadow, no I've a life to live too,
but just don't think, not for a blasted moment!, that I've made a mistake,
befriending,
you.

You like him
He likes you.
But it's the facts your after, that bothers you?
That he's human, like all the others,
he was either raised right, or had too many mothers.

And you little princess,
found the man of your dreams,
the man of your...or so it seems.

You're so confident,
yet full of doubt,
isn't that a little bit of something,
you could do without.

Take full faith, and take full charge,
you two together, should be together,
why on earth would either share with the rest at large?

So lets agree,
your both hopelessly and tragically in love.
So what.
You gonna sit on that, and watch it shrink?
Or you gonna fight for it and care to make it grow, turtle dove?
What's it gonna be?
Shall we agree?

We are, together,
a people
made of flesh,
made of blood
that courses through our
veins.

We are, the blood
that runs around
to keep the world spinning
around and around
we are they who are
alive.

But are we the heart?

Are we they,
who feels and beats
who knows and loves
without thinking?

Are we?

Together we are,
and we are together
but what are we together?

There's a question
that begs for a reply,
through the silence
and laughter,
I only pray we find the answer
soon,
and not after,
the bloodshed, the tears, the agony,
the pain, the strife,
the hunger, the cries,
the injustice, the violence,
before
the end.

So are we together,
if we are together,
and together we are?

We are humans.
Aren't we?

Together we are,
when are we together,
humans.

Living, breathing, thinking,
feeling.

Fighting
To live.

Shouldn't we give the same chance
to the others?

Those who are alone,
those who were born, without a mother?
Those who are alone,
those with naught a sister, or brother?

So invite them into the fold,
together we are,
human.
Sharing humanity.
Humility.
Humanly.

We are together
and together we are...
human.

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.

There's a world out there,
not all to kind,
there's a world out there,
that doesn't have you in mind.

You're out of sight,
therefore out of mind,
the world spins faster,
leaving you behind.

So what are you going to do,
while they run the race,
will you sit and cry,
live in shame and disgrace?

Or will you fight
to survive with your brothers and sisters,
to fight your fears and overcome the challenges,
ignore the pain, the tears, the blood and blisters.

There's a world out there,
a world full of people, that needs your help,
that only you could provide,
are you ready to face the music,
or are you to scared,
and want to run and hide?

NEVER!

Back down, give up, turn around
give up, lied down, and die, without a sound.
There's a world out there,
full of doubt, fear and misery,
don't add to the list of victims,
or worse yet,
to the ones that participate in the cycle
in the cycle a painful eternity.

You
Can
Make
A
Difference.

If only you tried.

It starts the second, you wake up in the morning
with a brand new attitude,
a brand new face.
Everyone will know you in the light,
but not what you work in the dark,
you can help put down a conflict
before it turns into a fight,
or you can do something simple,
like walk and talk with a crying friend,
somewhere nice, like the park.

You can do little things,
that in turn yields big results,
you start with a hello,
a simple word as that,
and it turns into a smile,
then before you know it,
you've gained a friend.
Wouldn't it be better for you,
if you could smile and know the end?

There's a world out there,
that needs your love,
compassion and mercy,
that needs your strength, whatever you have,
even for a pittance, of,
today's sad account of currency.

There's A World Out There
just waiting to meet you,
the question is,
what will you do?

I'm howling at the moon,
hoping that you'll come back home to me,
back home to me soon.
You left me, promising you'll be back
and I know you will,
but now that you left,
my world has come to a stand still.
Everything we shared, still hangs on our wall,
but since you left, the house feels shaky,
everything is about to fall.

I'll stand here, ready,
for the day you come back to me,
and when you do I'll finally have my feet planted,
nice
and steady.

So come back my dear,
back to me and in my arms,
come back to whisper words of love and comfort back into my ear.

But until then, here I'll be,
just me and the dog,
howling at the moon.

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.

You.
I wish I knew,
This is when the beginning of my regrets when,
Things happen and I couldn't be there,
Sometimes Life just isn't fair.

We'd complain and whine,
Even when we're having a good time.
But some how I wondered,
I didn't know.

If only you gave me a chance,
maybe I wouldn't be asking for a second dance.
It's not fair,
for one so young,
to have such a heavy heart, hiding behind those fragile lungs.

You.
I. Wish. Oh I wish I knew...
if only you told me,
but now, like then,
I don't know what to do.

I wish I knew.
Because now, I'll miss you.

Whose fault is it, that we are like this?
In these, gelatinous bodies that slosh around when we move here or there,
when we bruise so easy, bleed, just about everywhere?
Well, before you jump to conclusions, I'm fine thank you,
but what I mean is that we're rather a tell-tale kind of people, you and I,
if you read a book, you can read a person, just takes a careful eye.

If you want something to blame,
and you look around and blame everything, maybe even yourself,
does it really, ever help?
C'mon, get real, get up, and open your eyes,
wipe the dirt off, and look up, at the big blue sky.
Quite the blame game, it's getting really old,
it's never helped anyone, ever, or some I'm told.
So get up, get up, get back up on to your feet,
it's time to show them, just how tough you can be.
I won't give you a thing, than a helping hand,
with nothing but your trust, is all that I ask for.

Trust. A hard thing to ask for, from one you don't and will probably
never know.
But trust, is a long road. Are you willing to see where it'll go?

So spread not blame, and share not one.
Time to get back into the fight, the battle's just begun.
Go in peace, but prepare for war,
it seems the clouds roll quickly, conflict...upon our door.

Gotta start somewhere
So lets start at home.
Home.
Is where the heart is right?
So where was mine?
Well I shared it a lot,
gave bits and pieces here or there,
came back to get them,
woops, vanished, thin air.
That's fine by me,
Got a pretty big heart anyway,
so I had to start somewhere.

I gave it to my family.
I owe them my life.
It wasn't easy mind you,
full of hardships and strife.
But it's made me tough, the person I needed to be,
but then I found a place, where I could finally see.
That the person that needed love the most, was me.

Yeah selfish as that may seem at first,
there were many times, where crying did no good,
I was rather close to have my bubble burst.
So I started with me, and found my Savior,
He taught me to live life, well, and safe, and be a life with flavor.
Maybe not those exact few words,
nothing few or small at all.
But you know. I started somewhere,
somewhere I started
to enjoy life.

So somewhere I began to smile
smile just a bit more.
Somewhere I knew, I had a lot more open doors.

So somewhere I tell you,
you gotta start there.
If you gotta start anywhere.
Better start
somewhere.

What Pictures hold
are more precious than precious gold and gems
they are the last of leafs
before the death of an aging stem.

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

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

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

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

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

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

These are what the pictures hold

Like the memories of sleeping until noon,
where all you had to do, was smile and do good, and you're home real soon.
Learn a little something, it wasn't too bad,
you got to see your friends, weren't you glad?

That little park, with swings so small now,
you used to think you could touch the sky, but you don't know how.
That little place, over by the creek,
it's where you and the others hung out, each and every summer week.

It's the small thing you notice every time that you pass,
now it's all gone, covered with stained window glass.
You never knew what you had, was actually gold,
you never really knew, the treasure you had, had the privilege to hold.

The dog you had, now dead and gone, so long, so long,
now you miss it's dreaded howling song.
Those friends you had in High School, eh, they were okay,
some were best dropping, it was better off that way.
But some you wish, you could see one last time,
oh how sweet that would be, much more melodious than any rhyme.

The little things count, from every step and smile of the day,
everything counts, in some little way.
So watch for the little things,
aye the children too,
because they know not what it means to live and miss the little things,
just like you do.

Those little things.

I'm back to the place,
that brought me up indeed,
this is where ma and pa,
made fruit from their...seed.

Aye, a wee little tot was I,
just after I was only a mere
twinkle in me mother's eye.

Now we see that years have flown past by,
and the ones we used to know have just about,
yet to die.

And so we hold our dear ones close,
as we search for closure,
as we find that,
another life is almost over.

Don't cry,
be strong,
stay true to God's word,
so you won't do no wrong.

Aye, I'll do it.

Protect the family, the house I've raised,
not the house you've grown in, but the home you've made,
weather you are in mountains with streams,
or in the everglades.

Aye, I shall.

And son, promise me, that when the song is through
that you know you've always made me proud,
because you've always done the best in everything that you do.

Aye...I know.

So Home again, the house has all but toppled down,
the trees have been stripped,
to build a bigger town.

The faces that had such spark for life,
now are drained and empty,
covered in misery and strife.

The friends I knew are either gone, dead, or seemed to have forgotten,
just what it was like back then,
before this life had turned out to be so rotten.

Live a life, full of wonder and joy,
and enjoy to suffer the children, down to ever lass, and boy.

Of course, always know, that there are people worst than disasters,
but give them time, and they'll just leave a little faster.
Now not to wish them, ill will, no heavens far from it!
But I'm just giving you my boy, my last little tid-bit.

I've learned a lot, yet know nothing still,
enjoy your life, and don't worry about the bill.
You'll pick it up later, son, so long as you don't forget,
and don't waste your life, on placing it on bets.

Welcome home, surrounded by your loved ones so dear,
if your eyes get blurry and tired, come back on home,
and we'll help make it clear.

Son, I love you.
You've always done me proud,
and God's granted me the time to raise you,
the time that he's allowed.

Now I must come home, to His embracing arms,
now I'll see you up there, and I'll tend to the farms.

So long, farewell, I'll see you later I would hope!
Now go and live my son, and waste not time on me for mope!

*Home again am I, with memories of my ghosts.
'Tis only the wind that blows now,
and the sun that proudly boasts.

The cars fly by on the route traveling fast,
but I hear them not
even as they **** on past.

For they miss the views of an old and decrepit town,
for which I had grown up in,
for which Home...I have found.

I am.
Home Again.
My friend.

When she leaves,
and it's just me and the dog,
my life is a blur,
I feel like I'm walking
walking through a fog.

I'm so lost
without direction,
it's hard to think,
with out her presence,
her imperfect
imperfection.

When she's gone
I begin to remember,
the times we had, have and will,
from the playground and sandlots,
to the beach and after I pay the bill.

Sure it's not much, waiting for her
to get home from the store,
but her absence here,
just says so much more.
The memories we've made,
together our whole lives,
just makes me wonder,
why would a man waste his years
sharing these experiences
with other different wives?

I'm a simple man,
this much is true,
my work is simple,
it's what I like to do.

She supports me ever step of the way,
and she helps me relax,
every single day.

A small smile,
the tickles of her laughter,
makes me want more,
more of her I'm after.

We're content,
just the way we are,
but it hurts me sometimes to think
that even once,
we were ever so far.

I remember the times that she moved
away from me,
to a base somewhere
somewhere near the sea.

But now I wait,
with the dog by my feet,
now we're just sitting here
wondering what we're going to eat.

When she's gone.

Even for a little while,
I count the seconds
as she speeds the mile.

When She's gone.
She'll be back,
and when she comes,
we'll be happy again,
because she is
my one
and only
best
friend.

Who I'll never leave.
God Bless her.

Go on and resist
go on and make my day
your corrupt and twisted sense of justice
will never succeed anyway.

How hypocritical of you
to fight violence with one of the same.
How two faced you are
always shifting the blame.

You can't stay still
and yet you demand a change
yet there you are
still the same.

Your corrupt sense of morals
attacked an elderly man in a wheel chair
Your ignorance for reason and debate
won't allow for opposing thoughts
to allow room for voice there.

You whine and complain
shout and pout
throw a fit
a tantrum
just because
things won't go your way.
Step aside children,
and let the adults have their say.

You've lost all credibility
you've all gone insane!
Instead of preventing it
all you cause
is pain!

So do not expect mercy
do not expect pity
do not expect anything else
then a lesson so plain.

Step out of line
we'll reintroduce you to it
you're the muck of society
we'll show you where you fit.

In the Trash.

So go on and burn a few trash cans
break a few windows of stores
we'll all be waiting for you
this is our promise
of course.

In perspective
forget yours or mine
forget the times where we were scared
but it all turned out fine
I could not imagine for a day
living with monsters.

Have you heard the news
the low whispers through out the night
of how a family of children were rescued
from parents that caused such fright?

I could barely contain my anger
my rage and frustration over it all
how can we still have the dignity
to still have the humanity to call them parents at all?

What happened to us?
What happened to being observant to the pain
where we stood up to monsters at night when the children cried
now we're more than willing to simply let them
die.

What happened to us?
There were signs, surely!
Why did no one say a thing
why did no one say ANYTHING?!

"But you weren't there
none of you understands"
You're right I wasn't
but an answer still, my question demands!

These children despite their age
have been forgotten
to the point of their adulthood
this boggles my mind
it could not be any less understood.

I work with children
I've helped raise a few
I was one myself
as I'm sure you were too.

How could no one suspect
that anything was ever wrong
how could we have let this
go one for so long.

I'm not sorry for my anger
my frustrations at all this
I'm just sorry
for the childhood those children
all these years
have missed.

Living with monsters.

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?

He stood there at the lip of the canyon
and stood there unwavering like the stones which sat and watched.
He stood there on the edge
feeling the wind as it gently blew
because it had the feeling
because it knew.

The wind had seen this before
from all corners of the Earth
a man who played with life
and knocked on Death's Door.
She has seen this all before.

The man stood there, the sun long set
he waited for his old friend
to place one more bet.

The moon was high
showing all that crept and crawled
it revealed what the sun could not
but the man was not appalled.
He stood patiently
the wind still gentle and kind
she waited to see what fruits would appear
from the corners of this mind.

So a lone cloud gave cover of the moon
and casts a shadow on the land
covered in its shroud.
Darkness had come
so too did Death
silent and faint.
He nodded to this man
an old friend to reacquaint.

The man nodded to Death
paying his humble respects that were long overdue
but he had another bet
one he had to renew.

Death listened to the bargain
curiously he stayed
it was when the bet was made
did Death first blink, he had been swayed

An offer so enticing
could it possibly be true?
Death took a moment more
and knew.

The moonlight returned and stunned the man for but a moment then
where Death once was, was empty again.
Death had agreed to the poor man's bet
the day was set.

Death would not have him
not today
Not yet

But in trade Death would have the others he was promised,
this was the Warrior's Bet as he walked back with a newfound light.
This man, this warrior, picked up his sword and ran back into the fight.

Her hands
they move me
to places where I've never been,
she's the one that led me to her house
then she let me in.

She sat me down,
still holding my hand,
there we were in on the carpet,
asking me to help her with the lemonade stand.

We were so young
and she still held my hand,
we were friends, but a little more,
we didn't know, but didn't need to understand.

Her gentle hands traced over mine,
massaging them ever so carefully,
the first time I had that job,
and my hands had bled,
she took care of me.

With her hands.

The first, second, and few other times,
I got into a fight,
because I stood up,
for something right.
She cried, and buried her face with her hands,
and the tears slipped through the cracks,
pouring out like rain, but slipping faster than sand.

Her hands had always done good by me,
so much more
much more than I could see.

The way she stroked
the stubble of my chin,
the way she graces me with her hands,
before letting sleep fall on me and win.

She is much more than her hands even describe,
I'll ignore you're comment, and accept the banter.
I'll accept the lashings and ignore the ranter,
if only for her sake
for the hands she holds out,
the offer that only
only a fool would not take.

Her hands are mine,
and my only saving grace.

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.

Steal away
softly, gently, quietly still
into the night you must go
to where, with whom, and when?
No one must know.

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

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

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

Where all is nothing as it all may have seem
I shall enter where no others may trespass
I shall go yonder there
in this land of dream.

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.

Do you know what it's like,
to be a child?
Remember what it's like,
to know ab-so-lute-ly diddly and squat?
Blibber here, jabber there,
and when we got hungry, blew nothin' but hot air!

But now it's different you see, we can't be children anymore,
at least that's what they tell us, when we leave the front door.
Have to grow up, be brave and strong,
know what's right, to do know wrong.
To grow up, get married, maybe have children of our own.
But there's no difference, we're still children,  then and now, just not as alone.

A child still needs guidance no matter what age,
a child still needs help, no matter the stage.
So don't give up, on you or your own,
because a child still cries, when they feel most alone.

For the sake of the child, that hides in your heart,
don't let your love, ever grow apart.

Her words are
fluid, graceful, beautiful,
teasing, mean, sincere
generous, and sweet to hear.

This and many more is why I hold her
so dear.

Her words remind me that it's not all that bad,
she's my happy little chipmunk when I feel sad.
She's got me wrapped around her fingers, when she plays her game,
but I don't care, because she makes me smile
just to say her name.

Her words her words
are smokey at best,
but Lord when she sings,
she's the person that holds my head whilst I rest.

Lord let her stay
forever and a day,
Lord let her stay a while with this ol' boy,
let time go ever so slowly,
before I have to...
have to...
deploy.

I'll miss her words.
Her sweet words in my ear,
because she's the only person in this world
in this world I'll ever hold dear.

I'll come back, no matter the cost,
to hear her words again,
even if everything else is lost.
Lord grant me this,
another day with her,
another day with her words
whispering innocence.

I'll miss her words.

It's not what you think
in any sense at all,
cause last time I drank,
down to the depths of the stairs I fall!

Fell would be more correct,
if I had any sense at all,
but oh well, oh well,
at least I'm standing tall.

Tonight is bottoms up,
no drinks or games tonight,
it's just time for me to get a good view,
of the twinkling starlight.

The ones I see up there,
way up in the sky,
it's the one I love to see,
the one that's in your eye.

Bottoms up,
my heart turned all around,
If I'd dare to put in in your hand,
I know that it'll stay found.

Bottoms up,
I have no worries tonight,
cause we have each other as friends, maybe more,
nothing to worry about, not now, so let's stay till morning's light.

Bottoms up everyone,
let's spread the cheer,
tonight think nothing more of troubles,
do away with the fear.

Just think.
Tonight is bottoms up.
I'll pour you some brand of happiness,
just go and grab your cup.

And smile.

I want.
Nope, I did it again! Grrr. (Bad dog sit!)
I * *need * you. To say.
What you need to say.
Can you do that for me?
No better yet,
can you do that for yourself?

Can you honestly face yourself in the mirror, and tell yourself,
that yes, Ladies.
You're beautiful.
Each and every single day?
That you're just as smart as the next woman, if not smarter.
And that you're just as capable as a guy for that job.
That you are not property,
that you are either someone's love of their life
and not their love life.
Can you tell your friends, what you don't even tell your shadows?
Can you say that?

And Guys! C'mon now!
Yes. *Some...okay most, ladies like some muscle on their guy, sure.
Same thing with us and our steak, gotta have meat!
Now you don't need the abs, they'll love you anyway,
say what you need to say.
To yourself, that you're okay, and the others are fine with that.
That your friends don't need you to do stupid stuff to be cool.
That Drinking and Driving is fine,
that that next joint they'll be skipping work or class for isn't worth it.
And especially this,
you need to say, I don't care if you scream (yeah scream) it at yourself,
that she's worth,
so
much
MORE than what you're giving her right now.
But you know what? She's okay with what she's got.
To say...that "Yeah. I'm lucky."
Not the other ****** way around.

So let's recap, go back to start, don't pass go,
let's do this again, nice and slow.
Are you comfortable, to say to yourself, what you need to hear?
Are you ready now, to lose the things you once held dear?
It's a culture shock, that's what it's about,
but if you don't change your life right now you ***, wow are you going the other route?!
Yeah I dare,
I dare to say, that you can be better than this!
I dare to say, that this isn't hit or miss!
I'm saying hit life dead on, fast and hard!
Sweep up the table, like playing card!
"Say what you need to say!"
So a singer once told me,
"Say what you need to say!"
What you NEED to say,  not want you see?

So, after you read this, go find a mirror, or at least something shiny,
and talk to yourself, anything like this, "Hello Me."
"Hello me, it's been a while,
I haven't been hip to the latest style.
Yeah well maybe those shoes out on the street,
yeah those fine (expensive) shoes are making a beat.
But y'know it really doesn't matter now
be it the way I dress, the way I style, no way, no how,
because I want...No. I NEED to make a change, to me y'know?
Cause some one once told me, I've still got a long way to go.
The Show's not over, and it's been pretty boring,
and the fans seem to be leaving, it's me their ignoring.
I don't want to be a star,
no far from that,
I need to be The Star.
I want to make a change in myself, to help others too,
because I know I can do better, I've got so much work to do!
But that's fine, I'll handle the blood, sweat and tears,
I'll work my way up and over, even if it takes a hundred years.
I'll find the love of my life, and they'll love me too,
and we'll be the best we can be, because that's what we do!
We'll have kids, maybe just pets,
So here's to me, Me. I'm placing all my bets."

Thank you Jesus, for hearing a small, scared prayer, for hopes of rapture,
I pray that you'll lead these stray sheep,s next to sweet water and pasture.
Myself included.
May I never stray,
and by you, Lord, shall I forever stay.
This. And more. Is, for now, Is what you need To Say.
To Say.
Yes.
You wonderful, glorious, beautiful, strong, frightened person
To Say...

Where I have stood
Many others have gone before,
Where I have stood
I expect there will be a very many more.

But from what I saw--
That is from where I stood--
I saw the different colors of this world.
The evil, the ugly, the bad, and good.

From where I stood
I listened as attentive as I could be,
I tried to listen to the world
As it shouted whispers at me.

I danced with danger
With lady luck by my side,
But neither fortune nor fame would let me
Have either as a bride.

From where I stood
neck deep in troubles and woes,
I stood there patiently,
Like a boulder who knows.
As a boulder knows that Time and the elements will chip, carve, and smooth it down and finally away,
But it would take a very long time
Until that fateful day.

So there I stood
At the ends of the earth,
And saw but another beautiful cycle
Of the Dawn's new day, if creation's birth.

Come. Stand where I have stood and leave the door always just ajar,
For this is the land of hopes and dreams,
Not so very far.

We the Few
stand below the many,
trampled, and beaten, pushed down, and forgotten.
We look up above and ask one thing, with what little pride left,
a tear in our eyes,
why?
Because they hate us? Because they can? Because they choose too? Because...we are few?

No more, not today, nor any more from now!
I say to you, to us! Rally up and throw up the banner, sound the battle-cry!
No more I say, no more! No more shall we have to live just to die!
Today is new, so must we be!
For we are the few, that the many must see!
We'll call up the cry in the name of peace and justice for all,
we shall then see, the righteous as it is, as justice stands blind and tall!
Let the Liberty Bell Ring, for you and me!
Let us, The Proud and Few!, Let us finally be free!
Let me a-test to you, my fellow brothers and sisters, alone no longer we stand!
For together we cry, hear our voices!, together hand-in-hand!

But let us not be hypocritical, to even our oppressors,
for what better are we than them, if we treat them like our lessers?
So rally the troops, raise high the banner, sound the horns all-round,
let each and every voice, sing high and low, the freedom sound.
The tyrants shall fall, given time,  and through the trials that'll be,
for we shall make our names known, of the Few...that is We.

I have,
loved, but never acted.

I am
In love but can't move.

I will
still love her.
But this time,
I'll move the world.

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?