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247 · May 2014
You Are!
Nomad May 2014
I give you a brush,
and tell you to paint,
you're no professional,
oh Bless you you saint.

I give you a stick,
and I tell you to fight,
you tell me it hurts,
and I say, "You're right!"

I give you love,
and you don't know what to do,
I hand you my heart,
and all you say is...ew!

Well,
you are who you are,
and I am who I am,
thank God for the that,
and for Uncle Sam.

I won't tell you who you should be,
nor will I guess, on who you could be,
because you are who you are,
and you let me be me!

You are,
a B-E-A-YOUTIFUL person,
inside (and out)
this I say completely,
with nary a doubt!

You maybe scarred,
scared, and blotted,
but there's no soul here,
that hasn't been spotted.

You are unique,
in every sense imaginable,
you've got a way
to turn every head at every table!

You are who you are,
yes sir, there's no denying,
weather you obey the law
or you enjoy defying!

Either way,
you are who you are,
and "What you are is beautiful!"

You Are!
246 · Jul 2014
No One's Laughing
Nomad Jul 2014
No one's laughing when you get the call,
that sooner or later,
you have just
lost it all.
Your money is gone,
gone in the wind,
or you believe you're finally paying
for that last committed sin.

And then you ask yourself,
"When did it all go wrong?"
but you already saw the signs,
and they're all miles and miles long.

When we find that the call is short,
to the point.
Very blunt.
And sharp.
No heavens shall sing,
not a pluck of a single harp.

No one's laughing,
as a love one is put to rest,
and all we have to say,
is nothing but the very best.

Or nothing at all.

No one's laughing,
no not anymore.

Not as we all begin to cry,
behind closed doors.

No one's laughing.
No not any more.
246 · Apr 2014
We Have...
Nomad Apr 2014
We have
gone through and through the plans of our lives,
plans for me, plans for you,
we have
discussed in great length just what we wanted to do.
We have gone to parties together, little ones, just enough for two.
I've held your hands, hugged your shoulder,
and through out the years, we have gotten just a little bit older.
We have
gone through our arguments,
our fair share of disagreements together,
but we've always stuck through, for worse or for better.
We have
parted ways
just to come back again,
we came full circle, to talk about the way-back when.
When we were young, and foolish,
like we still are today.
Springtime is here, no time to delay.
We have
laughed, yelled, and cried together,
we have enjoyed each and everyday, suffered through each and every whether.
We have
stuck it out. Through and through.
For worse or for better.

But now it's come a time, my dear ol' gal,
where I want you forever, and I won't share with any other pal.
We have
We have indeed.
I long to keep you, just with me,
yes I'm a jealous man, jealous you see.
Because One day, I want to tell my friends, and maybe our children,
that when we first met,
we fell in love,
and now we can say.

We have.
um. Lol?
243 · Dec 2017
Spitting Fire
Nomad Dec 2017
I'll jump and jive,
leap and dive,
I'll do all that I can,
to keep our hopes and dreams
alive.
Because you're worth so much more than I could ever make
you're the color to my world
in every breath I take.
And when you get angry
you sure work up a storm.
I know your days are long and hard
and all the times outside the norm.
But keep your head held high,
chin up my dear.
You are my superwoman
my only one of every year.
*drops mic
242 · Aug 2014
Reminders
Nomad Aug 2014
Every now and then,
she gives me a reminder,
a reminder of times,
a reminder...of when.

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


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

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

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


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

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


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

I Love You, Dear

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

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

She reminds me.
Reminds me indeed.
She reminds me to grow a garden,
I first need a seed.
241 · Dec 2014
So Close
Nomad Dec 2014
We were so close...
So close I could reach over and draw you in,
so close that I could whisper quite words of love, even over the din.

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

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

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

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

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

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

That we were so close, but we ran out of time.
So close m'dear, that how fast it went, would've been a crime.
241 · Aug 2018
Read Me Plain
Nomad Aug 2018
"Don't judge a book by it's cover..."
Well why ever not?
When today we search for appearance and appeal
the imagery must be
ideal.

I have a problem
with trusting people
it's as simple as it gets.
I tell them all a fanciful story
and I have them all in sets.

Every person
a mask
and a story sold to boot.
I find it better to leave an imprint in the sand
than let a seed take any sort of root.

Does it keep me safe?
Does it help me at all?
No and no and you'd be right
it will only be my downfall.

****** analyze it as you will
have at it
have your fill
but until you can crack my case
and spit it all back to my face
I'll introduce you to my shadow
the only thing about me you can chase.
240 · May 2014
Take From Me this...
Nomad May 2014
Give me the world,
I'll show you the sky!

Give me the Bible,
and I'll tell you
that you'll never have to cry.

Give me your love,
I'll give you everything,
all I want is you for you,
and your hand for this ring.
239 · May 2014
For Want? For Shame!
Nomad May 2014
For want of a better body,
you traded your health instead,
you traded so much, too much,
that in the end you look quite dead.

For want to be, with the times of history,
you picked up the joint and smoked a few,
and now you can't see clearly.

For want to be tough, and protected at the same time,
you wanted to make quick cash the easy way,
instead of hard work to make the dime.

For want of the pleasures,
that this sorry world does have to offer,
you can't tell what's real anymore,
isn't that just a whopper?

For want of something,
you traded more than your share,
you'll lay it all down on the table, no holding back,
now why would you lie so bare?

Because we want something in return,
and never get enough,
we always think we're hot-shots,
till someone calls our bluff.

For shame, for shame,
traditional values have been lost,
for want of individuality,
we traded our morality, and oh at what the cost.

For shame, for shame,
we blame the politics,
we blame everyone else around,
but to us it never sticks.

For want, for shame,
we only have ourselves to blame.
Nomad Oct 2014
Standing still,
but not alone,
this is the call
a low and eerie tone.

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

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

And nothing will change.

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

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

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

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

Standing Still, but Not alone.
Nothing but grass. And silent stone.
234 · Mar 2014
To My Friends
Nomad Mar 2014
The Friends I've gained
And their trust I've lost
Their past I've stained
And at what cost?
It’s hard to believe they’re still here
Although I’m not the worst.
Second to family, they’re all I hold dear
IF they were to leave, I’m afraid my heart would burst.
There was another writing that I do remember.
*“Don’t stand in front of me
Because I might not follow.
Don’t stand behind me
Because I might not lead.
Just stand beside me and be my friend.
Would you?
To the very end?”
234 · Apr 2014
No more, I say!
Nomad Apr 2014
No more shall you say
"Why has this happened to me?"
Because tough, Jesus asked his Father why the Forsaken one was He.
He died on the Cross, to take your sins,
and now He asks you to count your blessings and don't let the Devil count his wins.
You'll lose, you'll falter, you'll stumble and fall,
but that doesn't mean you're beaten, or lost, no. Not. At. All.

No more shall you weep,
huddled on the floor or when you go of to sleep!
No more shall you stand by to take each blow, without so much as a fight,
no more shall you wait in the shadows, scared of the light.

No more will I stand by and watch a stranger friend have to suffer,
no more shall I sit idle and lame, while the others have no such buffer.

So here I stand,
I offer you my hand.
Take it in friendship,
take it with love,
Because this is the command,
from my Heavenly Father, God, up above.

Stand up, take charge.
Time for the little, to be the large.
234 · Jun 2017
Like I Did Back Then...
Nomad Jun 2017
You've heard this before
From a story or a song,
How messed up this is,
How I got it all wrong.

Well here's a twist to the love song cliché,
Here is how I can't look at her in any other way.

From way back when
To every passing day...

It's with loving affection
Not of list but adoration.
See she isn't a 9 or a 10 on any sort of scale,
She's a wonderful category of her own, this particular female.

When I look at her, I see a brighter future than mine.
When I look at her, she's got that heart melting smile with teeth I swear does shine.
She looks with a smile in her heart and eyes,
Now she ain't perfect, but she never needs a disguise.

Genuine and true
She'll always be to you.
Gentle and kind
With care and sympathy in mind!

She's a gal I don't deserve
And I couldn't ever keep.
Not even as a friend,
Not in my dreams as I sleep.

She's wonderfully amazing,
Truly a blessing on this Earth.
A blessing to us all, ever since her birth.

So as time goes on with my hopes to see her again,
I'll always have that loving look for her
Just as I did back then.
Nomad Jul 2017
It's hard to forget
the times we had
the laughs we shared
and all the things we did.

All the questions we asked
and the hell we raised
and the times that made you
so special.

It's hard to forget
who you are
and how you did the littlest things.

It's hard to forget where we went
all the adventures we had
and the things we've seen and the people we met along the way.

And why.
Why you did what you did.
But sometimes the hardest questions I have
to face are the same ones I had asked the first time.

Who are you now, that I don't see you any more?
Who have you become?
How are you?
Are you safe, are you loved, are you enjoying life like I remember you did?
Where are you?
Would you let me visit if I could? Or would you want me as far as possible?
And Why?

The biggest question is...why?

Why is it so hard to forget those you remember?

I've so much to ask
and I know we've so little time together as it is
just as it was back then.

I hope to see you just one more time,
I hope to see you again,
Now the final question is...
When?
231 · Mar 2014
Worth
Nomad Mar 2014
You
You are,
Worth the wait
the fight, the tears, the blood, the sweat,
my confessor of my fears.
Your smile
your grace!
Every little thing about your face,
you share with me,
lucky me, when we're alone.
You make me nervous, happy with delight,
you make my blood bubble and boil, ready for a fight,
but you hear my heart, that is beating fast,
when I love you each day, like each day,
our last.
So let me tell you,
just once more a-time.
That you are worth it all, more than words can describe in this rhyme.
So stand by me, and speak ever slowly,
that it takes us forever and a day, all up and beyond eternity.
Give me that time, to know one another,
hand in hand we go, as friends,
as lovers.
230 · May 2014
Just follow the link.
Nomad May 2014
Isn't that we really do.

So here's a dare,
this one's for you.

http://sharepowered.com/this-is-a-video-everyone-needs-to-see-it-will-make-you-speechless­/#
Honestly listen to it. It's poem related.
229 · Jun 2014
Glad I Did
Nomad Jun 2014
I'm glad I did
what I did back then,
doing what I did
way back when.

I didn't know you,
not even your name,
but you were so different
from the others
thank God up above,
you weren't the same.

You weren't just cute,
you were adorable to me,
you had the smarts too,
and the smile so bright,
it was kinda hard to see.
Straight.

I loved you back then,
like I love you now,
and I'll fight for your love,
every way I know how.

Oh how I'm glad I did,
oh don't you know?
I'm glad we met when we were kids,
with a simple hello.

Glad i did, and I'm glad I do,
now that I
just have you!
229 · Oct 2014
Out of All
Nomad Oct 2014
Out of all,
the crowds
the fish in the sea,
I found you,
the one for me.

Was it by luck,
chance per say?
Or was it the Lord's will?
Or perhaps it was fate and Destiny?

We found each other,
forget the mushy sayings,
and cliche'd words,
that I could've used.
I'm just glad I started with hello,
and with that you were amused.

That's fine by me,
the way we started out,
because I'm in love with you,
there is no doubt.
I'm a hopeless romantic,
I know you know this true,
I do hope,
that this and more,
are the reasons that I love you.

We've been together,
for quite a while now,
and everyday I'm falling back in love,
everyday we see each other,
and yet everyday,
it's not enough.

But we have studies,
and we're both so far away,
the distance may grow,
but so does my love,
each and everyday.

My chest is too small
for this heart so large
once my studies are done,
for you I shall charge,
land and sea,
no element of man or nature,
shall keep you from me.

Uh.
Love you dear,
the words are lost,
and will be to time,
I think it wise,
to end this rhyme.
229 · Dec 2017
What Pictures Hold (Part 3)
Nomad Dec 2017
What these pictures hold
that these aging hands can not
is every hot wind the beat my brow when I tended my garden
and every refreshing breath of wind that blew at my back
to get me going again.

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

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

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

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

For what these pictures hold
my dearest friends reading this now
is not an explanation of why I lived
but how.
228 · Jul 2014
On the Other Side
Nomad Jul 2014
On the other side,
there seems to be a wall,
on the other side
is where you'll take a fall.

Now which is it you'd like?
To hurt a little and stope to wonder?
Or would you like to finally fly for just a moment,
to be buried six feet under?

Well it's rather a pickle,
oh yes, rather riddle,
unfortunately my friend there doesn't seem to be a middle.

See have a fear
of coming in last,
thinking that we must be there,
we must act fast!

Roll the die! And cast your fortune,
do all your research for years and only come to ruin.

On the other side you have,
possibly a greener grass,
planted by the dead, who died en mass.
So by all means, take the greener grass,
but as for me...I think I'd rather pass.

Be content yet strive for more,
look for more opportunities!
Just be careful to whom opens the door.
228 · Jan 2015
Eyes Watching
Nomad Jan 2015
Their out there,
I know they are,
I hear the chattering of teeth,
the whispers of voices,
but yet the deafening noises
of silence
over take me.

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

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

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

Of survival.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let the eyes watch
those eyes watching me,
that I stand strong,
and I shall not flee!
227 · Dec 2017
Eventually
Nomad Dec 2017
You can't keep going on forever like this
You know who you are
and you know what I mean
You've tried to hide it
You've tried to fight it
You've tried to run away from it all
But despite everything you've tried
You. Still. Hear. Their. Call.
The voice in your head
that says you should drop dead.
That little devil on your shoulder
that makes your heart grow a little colder.

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

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

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

Don't you dare say later.
Not eventually.
Don't you dare...end up like
me.
226 · May 2014
To Us (Part 2)
Nomad May 2014
My friend, my keeper, my lover, my one and only in my life,
you appeared, like an angel from heaven, you came from above and eased my strife.
You've kept the monster in me at bay, and brought back the good in me,
you’re my friend, and my keeper, for this I shout to the world with glee.
You took my hand and stole my heart,
with a wink of an eye, the way you laugh, I wish us never to part.
You can not possibly know what you have done for me, the healing to this battered soul.
Before you came, was an ache, for a heart I longed for, to fill this empty hole.
The stormy seas, the wind that howled,
it had me in it’s grasp and my mind perverse and befouled.
But your beauty shown through, calmed the seas, quieted the breeze,
for years I've fought with my demons,
yet you came and ruled them with ease.
You have set my soul, my body, and mind, you've set it all free,
I’m so lucky, that you were made for me.
My lover, my life, stay with me forever and ever more,
from the seas we sail, to the ground we walk, with your love, with your love let us soar.
224 · Apr 2014
Be
Nomad Apr 2014
Be
Be,
demanding, supportive, down, up, all around,
be
meek, critical, the life of the party, or not make a sound.
I want you,
No.
I need you to be.
You.
I need you.
To be the best that you can be.
Be
Live
Believe. Be...
anything and everything you want to be.
But be
The best that you can be.
Be cause.
Be a cause.
Be a reason.
Be.
You.

Be somebody you know you are or can be. Nothing that you're not.
And when you commit, to yourself? Give it everything you got!
Nomad Jan 2015
But when I find you,
I only pry I won't be too late
You'll be angry, distant, and upset.
You'll be broken, confused, and seared
but through it all, I hope you never forget.

My Promise.
To You.
And what I am willing to do.

So on your road to recovery
please hit me, scream and shout,
do what you will, as you need to to me.
So on your road to recovery.

Use, me abuse me, break me
take me, and leave me.
As you see fit.
Silent, strong, and still I shall stand,
because to you, anything I will admit.

For both of us.
I only wish you well,
because God knows how you alone
survived through that hell.
Please stay strong.

And alive.

Please hold out
just a while longer
please don't let go
be brave:
For I'll bring heaven's own angels,
and from them we will
unleash our hell
when we arrive.

Stand strong,
stand fast
I come running now,
oh friend of my past.

Freeing you, breaking me,
I will not rest, until you are free.
Freeing you, you shall be.
For home, and family, you shall see.
221 · May 2014
Why?
Nomad May 2014
You've asked me several time,
the simple question, with the answer so hard to find
truthfully.

Why?

"Why do you care,
about what I do,
why do you care at all,
what's it matter to you?"

I stared back plainly, affectionate smile
from mouth to eye,
when you kept standing there,
asking me,
why?

I gave you my hand,
to help you on your feet,
my smile not ending,
you pushed away in defeat.

I disarmed your hostility,
because you could not find blame,
even for an ol' boy like me,
whose smile is...
kinda lame.

Why?

"Why don't you go somewhere?
Don't you have some place to be?
Why are you here!
Why do you care about me?"

I smiled back, but this time my eyebrow raised
just for fun,
when you turned your back on me,
and was about to run.

Before you took another step,
I spun you right around,
and then I wrapped you up
up in a tight hug,
in which you stood, dumbfound!

You wanted to push away,
away from this strange creep,
but all in side you,
you had a wanted feeling so deep.

For Love.

You stood for a second,
a few minutes more,
I wouldn't let you go,
even when you were eyeing the door.

Then you started to cry,
tears starting to flow,
streaming down your precious face,
diamonds falling from your eye.
And yet still you asked me,
the very simple question.

"Why?"

The answer was simple,
but was not all to clear,
I said,
"That's because your my friend,
and I love you so dear."

I held you in my arms,
as you let the tears flow,
and I promised to you,
that I'd never let you go.

I haven't back then,
and I won't start now,
I'll hold you tighter still,
as tight as you'll allow.

I love you greater,
each and every day,
I'll always love you,
like I did back then,
even until now.

Why, you ask,
do I give this love to you?
Because I'm your friend you see,
and that's what friend's do.

So why not?
221 · Jun 2014
How Long?
Nomad Jun 2014
How long must I wait,
to see your dimples once more?
I much longer shall I wait,
to see you dance again,
again straight through that door,
and back into my arms?

I look outside and the world's turn to grey,
I see the laughing children outside
outside where they play,
but I can not hear them as clearly,
as I once did when you were here,
I see the swings, where we used to be,
so empty and alone,
as am I, without you my dear.

Aye, you're only gone for yet a little while,
and now it's just me and the dog,
our short little walks together,
have gone on the mile,
looking for you.
Aye, it's quite the change in our little town,
you are my sunshine, the teacher and my lover,
to this sad little clown.

I'm like a king on a hill,
looking all around,
and seeing everything at a standstill.
Just a sad little king, on a sad little hill,
my heart so alone and empty,
waiting for your smile and tender touch,
that only you, my sun, can fill.

The roses they grow,
the violets they spring,
and the bees and birds, they all fly on their little wings,
but here I am, without you now,
but only for a little while,
only a few more days yet,
until you return to me,
to my arms,
and together we'll ride,
forever into, the blessed sunset.

Under the moon we'll gaze,
at the twinkling stars,
and below us we'll see
all the speeding cars,
and laugh
as the busy people hurry about their lives,
worried about their money,
while we still enjoy our own little jives.

How long, my dear, my love,
must I wait for you to return?
Don't you know, that it's you
as it always has been,
that my heart does yearn?

My love...
She's at some kids camp and I'm stuck working at home. Bah! xD
220 · Aug 2014
The Best Part?
Nomad Aug 2014
What's the best part
about falling for a friend?
It's got to do, in part,
with knowing that they never really leave,
and you always know they'll come back again.

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

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


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

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

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

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

I love her.
220 · Jul 2018
A Fool Of A Tool
Nomad Jul 2018
A fool of a tool is only good for one thing
and that's to be used.

Meant to be a helper to everyone
but everyone just helps themselves.

So useful for the moment
until the moment has gone away
when everyone has left
the tool, still, must stay.

He knows his worth
isn't in weights of gold
his only hope
is to still be useful
even when he's old.
219 · May 2014
Hushed Words, Unspoken
Nomad May 2014
Hello my love, my sweet, my flower, my dear,
I love you. I love our talks and whispers, that only we can hear.
I love holding your hand, walking together just you and me.
Knowing that it’s your love that sets me free.
People may whisper and talk bad about us,
but it’s out of ignorance and jealousy that they rack up a fuss.
They want what they do not have, and that is love.
Sweet, simple, unconditional, and eternal that was sent from above.
You are my angel, now and forever,
you've no idea how happy I am when we’re together.
In a crowded room I steal glances at you to catch your eyes
looking back at mine,
I look through it all ignore any and everyone in my way,
just to see your eyes shine.
Your smile it captures my heart hostage and I give in without a fight,
because you have my love and with that I know you are right.
You hold it and never let me go,
I love you more, more than you know.
219 · Jul 2017
Get Out...And Run
Nomad Jul 2017
Get out and run
far away from here.
So far and away, and tell others to steer clear!

Get out and run
this place is not for you
there is much more to see
and much more for you to do.

Get out and run
don't get trapped here like me,
where the only people who stay are those who can't
and those who won't.

Leave, get out, run far away from this sad little place
a bird should fly and be free,
and you are just the case.

Get out...and run.
218 · Nov 2017
What I Should Have Said
Nomad Nov 2017
What I should have said was
I'm mad.
I'm madly in love
with the person I call my friend.
I'm as mad as a hatter
no silver lining will do
no, no lining at all
in my love for you.

I should have told you before I left and went away
maybe now there would have been a chance
but too late now is the day.

I should have said that
from the very start
and now weary am I
and sick at heart.

I hold but a sliver of hope
that you'll still remember me
only time will tell now
will I tell you then?
We will see.
217 · Jul 2017
What Should I Have Done?
Nomad Jul 2017
I try to do right
by as many folks as I can meet.
But every other turn,
I end up in defeat.

I can't put down my foot
on any subject, matter or cause
and turn the other cheek?
Feels like a heavy sock to my jaws.

I am burdened by loyalty,
and tasked to capacity.
But still they ask more of me?
What should I have done?

"Yes ma'am, Yes Sir, three bags full sir."
I signed a contract, and away with my rights
I'm too placid and too eager to please
to pick out my own fights.

I should have said no,
I should have not went, when they said "Go!"
I should have left when I had the chance.

Now to face the music
and go on with this dance.
Work ***** today
216 · May 2014
Upon a Star
Nomad May 2014
I don't wish upon stars,
because they're bright enough already,
I don't want them any closer,
when I've got one that shines on steady.

How she glows,
and how she knows,
what she does to me,
how she goes,
and how she shows,
how much brighter she can be.

Ah what a light,
my star-light can be,
ah how magnificent, how glorious shining,
for all,
and all to see.

My light, my compass, my never fading star,
When I look where home-ward is,
it's never very far.

Home is where the heart is,
and ladies and gents, she has it,
when ever I am apart from her,
sane, I am no longer, as I just 'bout lose all my wit!

A fallen star, is still a star,
shining through the night,
how she sparkles and gleams,
and make every thing seem...
right.

I do not wish,
upon a star,
when I already have one,
not so very far.
216 · May 2014
To Us (Part 1)
Nomad May 2014
To my dear, my love, and my life,
to the girl that I hope, will one day be my wife.
‘Tis Valentine’s day again, and I answer the call,
I present to you, pure and simple, my heart all in all.
Look well my dear, and hear it’s drumming,
it sings a song, a love song for you, for you it is humming.
I’ve kept this aside, for you my dear,
because when I’m with you, with you I have no fear.
I walk chest out and chin up, because I’m a lucky *******, that I am,
I have you and you have me, anyone else I could give a ****.
‘Scuse my language, I know you hate it so,
But I think it’s about time I showed the world how far our love can go.
Through the stretch of time and space, out to eternity,
God knew, it had to be just you, just you for me.
He sent you down, to meet me here,
My skies were dark, cloudy and all, yet you came with the sun and made it clear.
Your eyes shown, they pierced through it all, the gloom and doom.
You danced into my life and then it was just you and me, dancing in that room.
You led my feet, you held my hand, you kept my eyes, you heard my cry,
you told me to stay and I did, where you went so did I,
where I went there you were, right by my side.
I’m so lucky to have you, here in my life,
so here’s to the girl that I hope, will one day be my wife.
Back during valentines, I wrote and wrote and wrote, and I couldn't stop.
So here, to you, enjoy these lines, these lines not too few.
216 · Apr 2014
The Voice I Heard
Nomad Apr 2014
There's a voice I heard
echoing in the wind,
the voice I heard,
that repeats and rescind.

There's a voice that calls,
calls to me, my love,
the voice that calls to me and says, "Come back, fight your way to me!"

There's a voice out there,
that rings sweet and true,
a voice out there, that tells me what to do.

The voice can sing,
a melodious tune,
it rings through the nippy air,
as I stare at the face of the moon.

This is the voice that calls my name,
this is the voice who stays the same,
through age and time, it doesn't matter,
for when ever she calls, it makes me sadder.

Oh wondrous siren, how you sing your sweet lullaby,
but how I long for a single touch,
but how I know, for when I do, I surely shall die.

The voice I heard, and hear yet still in my head,
the laughter, that echoes, echoes, and echoes, even as I lie in bed.

The voice I hear, that calls to me,
is a voice I wish to see.

The voice of sweet spring and summer,
the voice that belongs
to only her.
215 · Aug 2017
Come Often the Days
Nomad Aug 2017
Come often the days
that I think about her
come often the days
that go like blur.

Come often the days
that I can not recall,
Come often the days
that do not feel so tall.

Come often the days
where the seasons come to pass,
come often the days
that are so precious and fragile like glass.

Come often the days,
yet not often enough,
they will come and go
in a hurry and a huff.

Not enough time
to do as I must,
to say what I need to say,
to the people I trust.

Come often
the Days.
213 · Jul 2014
Save a Soul
Nomad Jul 2014
Save a soul
every once and while,
save a soul,
every couple of miles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Go on, get out there,
please do not delay,
you'll know when it come to it,
even if you don't know what to say.
213 · Jan 2015
Still Winds
Nomad Jan 2015
Still winds,
on the dead land,
the air stings,
when you drown in sand.

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

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

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

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

A secret waiting.

To be.
Set.
Free.

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

Comfortable?
212 · Apr 2014
A New Day
Nomad Apr 2014
Today?
You've had problems, maybe one
maybe more,
maybe you've had a sour note,
shriek like banshees, at your door.
Maybe it's been scary, worse than a pop-up scare,
maybe you really wish, you really wish, you weren't there.

Tomorrow?
It's a new day, and brings more than a few guarantees,
The sky will always blanket the Earth,
the beautiful sky, always over the bright shiny seas.
The sunny sun, comes out to play,
even when it hides behinds a few looming clouds, still it shines, every day.
Tomorrow, you'll have a reason to smile,
because you lived another day.

Whatever is happening today,
or whatever happened before,
just know my struggling friend, that there are happier days in store.
Don't be sad, for not to long at least,
because even the might, terrible things, must sleep, so lie the beast.

Just you wait, for that brand new day.
So wait, if you'd like, wait with me and stay.
212 · Dec 2017
Friends
Nomad Dec 2017
They're the ones you call
your brothers and sisters of your heart
that when people see you
they can't tear you apart.

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

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

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

Good friends
are good for the soul
take heed good advice
lest you pay the toll.
210 · Jul 2017
Facing Defeat
Nomad Jul 2017
In the face of adversity
in trials and tribulation
I find my self wondering
just who or what could be my salvation?

In the face of battle
in strife and depravity
I find my self looking
for anyone else else standing with me.

In the face of defeat
while certain and impossible to stop
I will not hang my head low
my bitter tears I shall not show.

I may sweat, and I may bleed
but in the end of it all
I swear by my honor in life,
and glory unto death,
I will be freed.
209 · Apr 2014
I heard...
Nomad Apr 2014
So a little bird told me,
okay not a bird really,
that you were having trouble,
okay so I read it, lie number double.

I know it's hard, what you're going through,
but don't take me wrong, it's not like I know you!
Sure we don't know each other at all, in fact some say its rather creepy,
but it hurts my heart to know, that some where you're getting weepy.

So look i'm here to help, through what ever message I hope to send,
it's my duty as a privilege, to one day call you friend.
I hope that this helps in some small way,
to help ease the pain of the day.

You said it's been hard I know,
but blaming others or yourself, is quite absurd.
I wish you well, or even better,
consider this, a sort of love letter.

And take to heart every word I've said,
because I meant each and every one, from heart to head.

Now sleep in peace my little bird,
I know your troubles some,
but only from what I've heard.
209 · Apr 2014
Found
Nomad Apr 2014
So, lets say,
you started the story looking for an answer,
a key or something or other,
then you really needed friends
to depend on each other.

So you found some along the way,
making great laughs, and through great trials,
had a great adventure lets say.
But the story isn't done
because that just wouldn't be fun,
so some had to leave and alone you were again.

So lets say now your alone, and you miss what you had,
so that kinda leaves,
pretty stinkin mad.
So you throw a fit, against yourself and the world,
You got so mad you really had to.
Hurl?

Well you got it out of your system,
the most literal sense possible,
but you found you were back on your feet,
that you were still able.

You remembered what you lived for,
to find that answer, or key,
so you went to most unlikeliest of places
you found a mirror!
A shiny mirror indeed!
And Lo and behold you said,
"The answer, was me."
Aye in the revelation of your journey you come to realize,
that your greatest enemy and friend,
was the one you had to love and despise.

Ah what a lovely contradiction,
how could anyone have found such grandeur,
and such a deadly crucifixion?
But alas it's true,
the answer was you,
so you came to realize.
But what did you do with the answer,
the key you once held dear?

Did you lock it back up,
to hide in fear?
Or did you show the world,
what you're made of,
did you show them what you could do?
When you gave them love?
In a world full of hate and misery,
did you find the answer true and complete,
when you finally said, "The answer is me"?

What have you found?
Is it worth more than treasure?
Is it worth more than gold?
Just what exactly have you found?
What dear, do you hold?
205 · Apr 2014
That Day When...
Nomad Apr 2014
We've all had that day...
when we've got our first something.
Our first allowance,
pet,
home,
kiss.

Ah what a feeling
the feeling of bliss.

Those are the days that we should,
oh we really should reminisce.

It's those times that made us cry, laughing as our guts were on the floor,
it's the times we ran ourselves, straight into the door.
The ones where we were fools, just trying to get by,
the ones that makes us regret, ever saying good-bye.

That day,
when we finally realize,
those days are in the past,
that day when we realize, there's no way to make it all last.

O r  is there?
Why, a picture's worth a thousand words, why waste it on your selfies?
When you have friends and scenery alike, to hang up as your trophies?
You think it's worth keeping, a small little memory like those days,
because there aren't too many times you can have memory replays.

That day when you're old,
crippled and aged, no longer young and beautiful as you were,
is the day you must admit, did you waste your life away, or did you cause quite the stir?
Did you stir in people's hearts, your compassion and understanding?
Or will people remember you, if they can, as heartless and demanding?

That's the day you come to terms with yourself,
perhaps a day much too late,
where you realize, uh oh, no more shiny gate.

I'm not waiting for that day,
as I make them my moment anyway.
I share them with others, as best as I can,
because I'm just one, fragile little man.

I can't wait to see heaven, with all my friends and family around,
to hear the glorious trumpets, all ringing with that beautiful sound.

Remember that day.
Do you remember that day?
Don't you wish for it again?
It'll be that day....when?
203 · Sep 2014
When I'm With her
Nomad Sep 2014
When I'm with her,
I see the blue skies
so much clearer than I could,
when I was fed with all these lies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When I'm with her,
I wish we were together,
for just a little bit longer.
203 · Apr 2014
10>100
Nomad Apr 2014
A word to capture
everything.
your breath, your mind, your world.
Can you guess?
Nomad Jun 2014
In my dreams
it's there that I'll find you,
in my dreams
when I close my eyes,
if only for a moment, then that's what I'll do.

Away you are, so far from me,
I miss your smile, your face,
the faces that you make,
just to keep kids happy.

I miss you now,
as I have as always,
you're so far from me,
so I count down the days.

When I sleep here on this bed,
I think of the times we've said,
I love you.

So here I lie,
dreaming of you,
but I weep because I know,
that dreams will never do.

That dreams will never compare,
the smell of your hair.
How the dazzling lights from the stars in the skies,
can not match the sparkle I see, when I see your eyes.

So here alone, with only the Dog by my side,
I'll wait for you here,
until you return home,
our house to abide.

So I sleep tonight,
tonight in my dreams,
in my dreams to find
you.
One more month and she'll be back!
200 · Mar 2014
My Friend, Lover, and Life
Nomad Mar 2014
My friend, my keeper, my lover, my one and only in my life,
you appeared, like an angel from heaven, you came from above and eased my strife.
You’ve kept the monster in me at bay, and brought back the good in me,
you’re my friend, and my keeper, for this I shout to the world with glee.
You took my hand and stole my heart,
with a wink of an eye, the way you laugh, I wish us never to part.
You can not possibly know what you have done for me, the healing to this battered soul.
Before you came, was an ache, for a heart I longed for, to fill this empty hole.
The stormy seas, the wind that howled,
it had me in it’s grasp and my mind perverse and befouled.
But your beauty shown through, calmed the seas, quieted the breeze,
for years I’ve fought with my demons, yet you came and ruled them with ease.
You have set my soul, my body, and mind, you’ve set it all free,
I’m so lucky, that you were made for me.
From the seas we sail, to the ground we walk, with your love, with your love let us soar.
So I ask of you, my lover, my life, stay with me forever and ever.
Forever More.
198 · Apr 2014
Honestly
Nomad Apr 2014
Honestly
Can't we just have
A little bit of honesty?

Surely needed,
need it we do.
But always hard to be asked from
from me and you.

Try as we might,
we still want to be right,
we'll not lie down, not without a fight.

Truth will hurt, more times than not,
but truth be told, it's the truth we forgot.
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