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Nomad Apr 2014
A word to capture
everything.
your breath, your mind, your world.
Can you guess?
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?
Nomad Aug 2018
Another love letter
with poem and verse
every single syllable
was surely not rehearsed!

So get on with it now,
the rolling of the eyes
the quirky little smirk
the exhausted scoff
or that fond small sigh.

She is beautiful.

Waking up next to her and smelling her body next to mine
knowing that I had her then
sends me to a frenzy again.

The way she let me hold her tight
even though I just make her sweat some more
and all the times she could read me like a book
the quality time that I couldn't ignore.

The playful jabs and jives
that made her giggle, laugh and smile
the powerful feeling
that would make me run the mile.

The way she made me feel
powerless to her affection
the way she lead me every which way
into any which direction.

The patch of gray hair
that she hides in plain sight
but when I brush back her hair
it brings me such delight.

My speckled grays
just salted about this old head
gives me the idea
that we could grow old together instead.

But here we are now
the farthest apart we've ever been.
All because I wasn't strong enough
to fight away temptation
to fight away our sin.
I gave in.

We were both broken people
in need of comfort and attention
but we both avoided the real problem
and we gave it too little a mention.

We both had trust issues
and we just made it worst
and now that our time has ended
my bubble has just burst.

I couldn't give to her
what I didn't rightfully own
it's hard to give your heart to someone
when all you have is stone.

I built up walls for her own protection
and this is the cost
when I tear them down on my own election.

Now I spend every waking moment
knowing what I've done was wrong
to walk back down this lonely path
to whisper this horrid song.

I still think of her often
and fondly as I do
this is my therapy
this is why I am telling you.

She was
my beautiful distraction
she couldn't complete me in anyway
but I would be a liar to not mention any attraction.

The nights I laid there
knowing it would end
and that I just couldn't stay
I just wish
I truly wish
It hadn't happened, and ended this way.

Now she's gone
just like everyone else I ever cared for in life
my beautiful distraction
I'm so sorry, I've failed you
and I continue to live in strife.
She meant more to me than I'll ever admit to her.
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 Dec 2015
A bothersome burden that only bothers some,
why yo ** me hearties! Do pass the ***.
For tonight I salute to you all
as with the passing of the hats,
for more agile and quick witted cats.

Stay ever nimble
and thoughtful on your feet,
beware the seas
that has been known to take mercilessly
countless fleets.

For now I bid you all
adieu, farewell, and bon soir!
A bothersome burden,
this is, no more!

For I leave you with this,
the faint echo of your soon to be distant past,
the game is afoot.
The die.
Cast.

Oh what a bothersome burden,
this game we all play,
but how bothersome is this burden that bothers some,
if we are still here today?

Best of wishes,
to your hunt and quests and all!
May you find what your heart desires,
as it beckons towards that eerie call.
Nomad Apr 2014
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.
Nomad Aug 2014
A Clear summer's day!
Ah smell the breeze as it blows this way!

Can't you feel the excitement,
can't you feel the thrill!!
Can't you feel the way,
that you just can't sit still?

Listen! Hark, and Listen!
The birds do sing!
And watch as the bees go and gather,
the pollen from flowers 'round,
for their sweet, sweet honey to bring!

The children, the children!
Here they come down the street!
They run on their little feet now,
trying to stop the ice cream man
in every way they know how!

They whoop and holler,
they shout and cajole,
they cry out in earnest and pleading now,
to stop the ice cream man's roll!

Ah, listen now as they crowd around the familiar tune,
soon they'll all have their goodies now, ah yes, very soon!

Now watch them go,
walk off the way they came,
come with me dear,
it's time we did the same!

We'll follow 'long, just for a moment or so,
oh if you insist,
if you really must know.

Yes they are,
they're here,
err rather there.
On the playgrounds and swings,
as they slip on the slides,
and climb on other things.

Yes my dear,
one day one of our own shall run,
fall, scrape their knees and hands,
cry to you or me,
as we run as fast as we can.

One day
on a Summer's Day so clear,
yes one day we will have one,
maybe a few--

Yes Dear.

Let's just enjoy this Summer's Day...
this day so clear.
Nomad Jan 2015
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.
Nomad Sep 2014
A few words to you,
reader of the deep
the dark
the blue.

A few words,
is all I ask
a few words
will do.

You are loved.
Know this.
Because these are
my few words,
from me
to you.
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.
Nomad Aug 2014
A Fist, A Hammer,
and Some Curtains,
are all just laying around.
A Fist, a Hammer,
Some curtains,
not making a sound.
But what's the difference,
that strikes them all the same?
It's when they're alive,
that's when they all come
down.
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.
Nomad Mar 2014
A fool's fool, yes indeed I am!
A fool's fool, much bitter-sweeter than pickled, honey ham!
So call upon me, by my name thrice,
So call upon me, just be quieter than mice!
Let me announce, your vainglorious announcement,
Let me announce, of your one true commitment!
I'll entertain the guests
and you can play hostess!
A princess in the castle, Queen and her kingdom,
and the fool of a fool, known for his star-dumb.
Yes you wait for your shining armor,
yet tested mettle, so brand spanking new,
And there you stand waiting, for your feet to be swept from under you!
So let me pull, the rug from there,
soon you'll see your feet in the air!
Allow me, my sweet hostess,
allow me, to show you a mirror, and show you the mess.
Ah yes, you've been busy else where, your mind was forgetful,
you've failed to account to keep your guests' bellies all full.
Now here they come, they come charging at the door,
but wait oh wait! What's this? What **?
You small little jester, has yet one more show!
A trick up his sleeve perhaps? An ace in the hole?
No my dear lady, I'm afraid you've just lost sight of the goal.
But never fear! Away from here!
We'll try again,
and try again.
To raise ourselves back to the top,
and try not to turn out,
to turn out such a flop?
A jester as always jesting as always,
just a jester, nothing more, and a smile because, I get to see you at all my plays.

So a fool's fool indeed I am,
Not so innocent you and I, aren't we lamb?
Nomad Jun 2017
I'm afraid...
Not of the Monsters, skeletons, and demons all.
Have we have them? Why yes, we have them all.
But it isn't them that we're afraid of, not by name at the very least.
It's what they remind us of, that we recognize the true beast.

It hungers and rustles
just waiting inside
of the seven deadly sins, mine are of anger and pride.

They show constantly. No matter how hard I try.
And every night I wonder, what will be tomorrow's next lie?
I can not focus, breathing is hard to do...

But with you?
With you it's different.
You. Are. Different.
Besides my flaws, and my terrible sense of self-image
you see through it and see what's left of me.
And with you I can be calm.
I can breath. And be free.

And you care.
So I'm afraid. That if I let you care further, I'll hurt you.
I don't want to see you ever hurt, by anyone.
But especially, by me.
I want to change. I have to change. Before I ask you to stay.
Because the last thing that would hurt the most,
is you running away.

Because if you're afraid of me.
Than so should I be.
I"m afraid.
Nomad May 2014
It's a good day to rain,
when I don't see you again,
it makes me just,
that much sadder.

You're the sun, making me feel warm,
inside and out,
you've got my head spinning,
I say this without a doubt.

You're a breath of fresh air,
when you're around,
you're the whispering wind,
that glides without a sound.

But it's only a good day for rain,
when you're not around,
because then my heart's heavy,
and you aren't there to help hold it,
because you can't be found.

Ah what a shame,
what a shame,
seven years to this day,
is when you went away,
never to return from up, up above,
so soon,
my first true love.

I miss you, I will, and always,
for when you're not here,
it seems I see only rainy days.

So long dear sun,
never to return to me,
fare thee well oh love, mon cheri,
I hope you're up there, watching over me.

For today,
as everyday,
is A good day for rain.
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 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 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?
Nomad Apr 2014
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.
We might not talk much. Doesn't mean we don't.
We might not see each other as often as we like. Doesn't mean we won't.
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.
Nomad Jul 2018
The hardest part
of a Nomad's heart
is the intoxicating lust after
adventure.

Nothing that money could ever buy
nothing that no other love could ever satisfy
than for someone with a Nomad's heart to see the sky
and want for
more.

The Nomad travels light, only carries what they need
And everywhere they go
they plant a little seed.

A small dream that one day
they will plant their roots
and have something magnificent grow up in while they yet live
but to a Nomad's heart
a seed for where they've been
is all that they can
give.

So travel on Nomad
may your feet and heart never tire
may your days be long, and your nights be cool
and may you always chase that everlonging
desire.
Nomad May 2014
Give me a piece
a peace to your heart,
give me a place
so that our love
can start.
Give me a piece
a piece of your mind,
give me your peace
and leave your worries behind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Piece
of
Peace.
Nomad Apr 2014
Should I ask her?
what...you expected more?
Nomad Mar 2014
Will you be mine?
They said take 20 second of courage, and try it out,
they said take a risk, make the jump
so they yell, so they shout.
Will you hold my hand?
You say you’re hands are cold
and you always want them warmed by me,
so hold my hand
put your hand on my heart, and feel the beat.

Will you dance with me?
May I have this dance, the dance with you and you alone,
I have never felt such joy, such exhilaration, such jubilance
I felt love, right down to the bone.

Will you be mine?
I’ve asked it once, and I’ll ask you again,
I love you this much and more
will you be mine, from now to the end?
If not, then no pressure, we can call each other
just friends.
Nomad Apr 2014
When describing peace,
when all is said and done
when it's all so chaotic and all,
there's a certain remembrance,
if one remembers anything at all
One can't be certain,
on the certainty of certainship,
but only one can be certain of such relationship.
Have peace,
and know it well
my dear, dear friend,
the my sweet angel,
the angle who fell.

How I wish for you,
a sweet sound mind,
full of music and happiness, peace, and its kind,
I love you completely,
with each and every breath.

So I ask you now,
won't you take my hand,
and never part from me,
even in death?
Nomad Apr 2014
A silent battle cry! Indeed a whimper so loud.
Let the deafening silence, engulf the screaming crowd!
Let there be a raging peace through out the world so round,
let the war rage on, without a bullet, without a sound.
Take a look around you, can't you see the terror?
Haven't you seen my friend, that this peaceful war has made an error?

Listen here, and listen well,
listen to what the silence has to tell.
It whispers and shouts,
it whimpers and pouts.
The war rages on, ever silently,
tell me you hear it! Don't let it be!

Find some time, to listen to yourself speak,
and perhaps you'll notice just sort of havoc you actually reek.
Or perhaps you're perfect, and I mistook you for another,
then my sincerest apologies, my sister, my brother.
For I fight for a chance, a chance that others may cry out,
I await the day, where the lame and the mute, may one day shout!

So I say to you all,
be you tiny or tall,
I beg you to listen for that silent Battle Cry,
and do not for the sake of humanity, let that voice die.
For the war wages on, with you in the crossfire,
it's time for you to take up arms, which side be you, the truth or the liar?

Behold, behold! The Trumpet doth sound!
Do you hear it? The silent cry around?
Nomad Jul 2014
Here's a story
I'm writing just for you,
here's a story,
of a boy and girl too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There you are,
a story for you,
I hope you find some one out there,
I really hope for one day,
I DO.
Nomad Aug 2017
I had a terrible dream.
That's all that it was.
A terrible dream
but with a terrible buzz.

I remember waking up
trembling in sweat and fear
I remember waking up
almost screaming and in tears.

There was a heavy weight on my chest
so heavy was my breathing
it felt like drowning.

I felt as if I was drowning in hopelessness
and a tidal wave of emotions.
It was all coming crashing down upon me
as I lied there on my bed.

Do you know what the dream had said to me?

"I WISH I WAS DEAD..."
"I WISH I WAS DEAD..."

"...like the rest of them."

There I stood among the mountain of bloodied rubble and ashes
There I stood among the dead and the dying
broken bodies.
Mangled and lifeless
Of all ages and sizes,
Eyes empty and ghostly
and all of them
staring
at me.
And alone crying atop all of the wreckage
rubble, blood, carnage and bodies
sat a child.
As I approached with friends far behind,
I reached out a hand to comfort the child.
And he yelled with as much fury as one could have
at such a young age.
"I wish I was dead, just like the rest of them!"
He cried over and over again.
Broken, battered, bruised and bleeding he sat and cried.
Broken, battered, bruised and bleeding he sat...
and I died.


What a terrible dream
that's all that was.
Drenched in sweat, drowning in tears
frozen by fear
that's what a terrible dream does.
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.
Nomad Dec 2017
There's a world,
that you'll never know
if it's only to
the little i-phone's you all go.
You stick your nose
so close to the screen,
it's so small, that tiny thing
yet some how when you have it,
you're never to be seen.
Your eyes, and smile,
have gone from this world.
You've traded a life
for a shelter for all the feelings and turmoil you squirrel.

What kind of life is that
living in constant fear and misery
what kind of life is that
making sure everyone knows about me?

I'm no saint,
no farther from the truth could that be
I just think there's a bigger world out there
for me to live in
for me
to see.
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!
Nomad Mar 2015
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.
Nomad Apr 2014
It ain't all that bad,
it ain't as bad as it seems,
it ain't as bad as they make it to be,
it ain't as bad as the dreams.

It ain't too bad,
the way the world spins,
It ain't too bad,
that we all live in our sins.

It ain't bad,
what we all do here,
It ain't bad
that we promise change,
sometime next year.

It's bad enough,
we've got other worries to care,
it's bad enough,
that we have to be careful, lest they stare.

It's bad.
When we say it ain't too bad,
cause when is it finally going to hit you,
that bad just went to worse?

Bad, boy.
Bad Girl.
Bad enough, to send your dreams in a twirl.
Ain't that too bad?
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 Apr 2014
Believe
in God,
because He loves you always, even when you don't deserve it.
Believe
in Love
because it's unconditional, as it should be.
Believe.
In something.
If anything.
Or anyone.
Believe.
In yourself.

Believe me, it's worth it.
Nomad Apr 2014
Black and white
Two simple colors
black and white
to take in or reflect, all the others.
That's what it is, scientifically.
But nothing really ever is,
as so definitely.

But black and white.
So simple and clean.
You know what happens,
you know what they mean!

Wrong and right,
ying, yang,
the left, the other left,
and the mute that sang.

Black and white,
simple to me, and maybe for you.
But give me gray...
well, I'm not exactly sure what to do.

Give me 50 shades,
and see what comes next.
A puzzled face followed by horror and shock,
don't mind me, that's just reflex.

Grey area,
they say to me,
and that's got me shaking,
shaking in my knees.

Just give me black and white.
Something I see clear.
Simplicity in all its complex rhyme and rhythm,
a clean simple answer, that's all I hold dear.
Nomad Aug 2016
Alone I lay, but lonely I refuse to stay,
for what would become of me
if I were to stay this way?

Heaven forbid it so
from letting me be,
from drowning
in this melancholy sea.

Let my friends gather 'round,
and 'round the circle we go,
all the better that we speak,
that the better of us
we may come to know.

Let us break the mold
as strangers from a distant land,
and let us hold one another as family,
hand in hand.

None of us are perfect,
far from it be the thought!
But behold this friendship,
this wonder, this beauty, that we have caught.

Cast the iron upon us now,
for we carry the burdens of each other,
as much as we can allow.
We lift each other in the arms of the other,
we wipe dry the faces, and away the tears,
we stand tall and firm, proud and defiant,
we stand together.

Break the mold, and cast the iron,
let them whisper, murmur, scream and shout,
let us stand together once more my friend,
against our fear, against the doubt.
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.
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.
Nomad May 2017
Chipped, clipped
A spider web of endless cracks in between
a faded memory, never again to be seen.

I long to see the sun
and feel the warmth of it's rays
I wish to feel whole
for the rest of my days.
I'm not, but feel so sometimes
Nomad May 2014
We've all fought one before,
he's the child at the bus stop,
he's the man sittin on the porch,
spittin his chew, callin' you a flop.

Bullies.

Despicable people, inside and out,
to hurt one another,
without hesitation,
and without a doubt.

Why do they do such a despicable thing,
why do the enjoy
to cause such suffering?

Do they think it a game
to poke fun of someone
just because of their name?
Do they think it fun
when they play the game
of hit-and-run?

Words hurt too,
we've all felt it before,
we all dread the feeling of seeing the bully,
even once more.

Each day we grow weary,
of the battle we have to face,
sometimes we wish that we could leave,
and never leave a trace.

We cower in the dirt,
hide in the covers of the night,
we cry ourselves to sleep,
hoping things will be alright.

It tears us down,
little piece by peace,
and we look to other things
to find a "sweet release".

No my friend,
that's a sad path you'll choose,
when you think the only option,
is winning by having your life to lose.
What a sad, sad day indeed,
when you pick that dark and painful road,
all because of that bully,
the pain that they have sowed.

You've kept a journal, a diary, a record,
some where deep inside your head,
your heart feels the pain,
and it wishes it were dead.

Lonely is the path,
of the victim of the bully,
when all they ever think about,
is trying to be lonely.

They have no friends,
they say to themselves,
they have no one to rely one,
no one
else.

Oh bully, what a tormentor,
the devil in the form of man,
he does his wicked works,
spreading lies and pain as far as he can.

But.

They too, are not invincible,
through their stabbing words like burning knives,
they too are flesh and blood,
even through their electronic lives.

They eat, they breath, they live like us,
don't mind the foulness
as they make a slight ruckus.

They travel in packs, they're only along for the ride,
but they are the ones who are truly alone,
not know who's on their side.

They are humans, just like us,
he's just the kid that takes the same bus.
At home, we don't know, what goes on in there,
that kid probably has parents who really don't care.

Or maybe their spoiled rotten,
rotten to the core,
and they'll learn the hard way,
just what they're looking for.

Trouble.

Don't take revenge,
or anger upon your trespasser,
forgive them in love and kindness, you see,
because what they really need
is a sense of pity.

Aye, pity indeed, the pour souls
that torment you,
because as it turns out,
that's all they really can do.

If push comes to shove,
help them with love,
show them the way is wrong,
by singing the 911 song.

A simple call, a cry is all that's needed,
one simple complaint, is all and the enemy is yet defeated.

Bullies.
Can harm you, in more ways then one,
but with the call of justice and the law,
their evil doings are done.

Bullies,
are the ones who are truly alone,
those savage beasts can't appreciate life, like you and I do,
if they only know how to gnaw on bone.

Bullies,
don't bow down to them, but don't put up a fight.
I only ask you friend,
that you show them what's right.

Beware that you turn,
to the thing you detest,
be very scared if it seems,
you're no better than the rest.

Bullies.
Seen kids get picked on, and I knew it wasn't right. So with a few words of encouragement, the case was resolved, all without a fight.
But I've also seen, how easy the table turns,
when it's the hunger for power, is a person's desire to earn.
So be careful, of this two edged blade,
do not vanquish the monster, only to have your humanity fade.
Nomad May 2014
Burn the books,
the pictures too,
burn everything, burn it all,
like there was nothing else to do!

We've been down this road once before,
but for the sake of our friendship,
let's travel down just this once,
just once more.

Whether we'll end up to regret it,
or pay with our life,
but the trade out is worth it,
if I gain me a wife.

Remember that willow,
down by the ol' creek?
Remember that tire swing,
we'd meet at every week?

How 'bout that meadow,
the one that we both used to go,
it was pretty in the summer,
and shinin' covered in snow!

Burn the troubles, your cares away,
burn it all, and with me please stay!
I've got a fire goin',
burnin nice and hot,
I'm about to give you,
everything I got.

I've got to hands, ready to build us a house,
these same two hands that worked so hard,
to buy you your favorite blouse.
That ol' truck is still goin' strong,
that carried us to the meadow and back,
when the picnic went all wrong.

That time when the teacher
in high schooled called me out,
I almost bought the farm from her,
if you didn't distract her with a shout.

Good Lord, I thank thee for this angel here,
thank you Lord Almighty, for this pretty lady I can call
"Dear".
With affection and compassion,
I look at her all day,
she makes me go weak and dumb,
but makes me wanna say...

"Burn up the fields, the trees are on fire!
You pretty lady, are my only true desire!
Allow me your hand, to the day that we wed,
Never to part, even on our bed.
Burn me up, inside and out,
this lil' lady is mine, without a doubt!
I'll never let her go, because you gave her to me,
I'll take real good care of her,
good care of her you'll see.
One day Lord, I know she'll come back home to you,
but right now Lord do grant me,
this chance with her, to say
I Do."

Burn the land, and boil the see,
I don't care,
cause no one will take her away from me.

Cold to the touch, and too hot to handle,
Good Lord Almighty, she's poppin like a Roman Candle!
She makes a Georgia day, seem like sweet ol' rain,
Good Lord Almighty, she knows she drives me insane!

Burn, burn, everything I see,
just Lord I pray, don't let her walk away from me.
Surprising, no?
Nomad Apr 2014
Burning Bridges you say?
Just want to end it all? Something of a get away?

Well that's a solid plan,
best of luck to you my friend.
Or how about this.
Fix the bridge, just don't cross it again,
because it's such a harsh demand.
The toll is high,
on the other side.
But don't worry,
just fix the bridge
and Leave it there.
Let the troll under the bridge, continue to blow hot air.

Burnt bridges tend to leave scars,
and we all ask why after the ashes all settle down,
and we're still screaming their name all across town.
Burning bridges, playing with fire,
it's a wonder when we'll stop, when we ever tire?

It's true, sometimes, if not always, we're making mistakes,
it's true, some of us just can't learn, some of us don't want to,
but burning bridges isn't something we shouldn't do!
Let's learn from the bridges that we once crossed before,
let's continue to build bridges, we need to build more.

Because this is our time,
to learn and not forget,
to make mistakes, get messy, and learn,
because in life, it's only memories and experience that we earn.
So quit burning bridges, just get over it,
then don't hold the rail of grudges, and help rebuild it.

If this makes sense, then you know what I mean,
you can be a child, you can be 109 or just a teen.
But burning bridges isn't something we should do,
I wouldn't want to burn my little island with fire, would you?
Nomad Sep 2015
I woke up breathless, wordless,
confused.
I touched my chest and felt it still,
that stone left there by the one who cared.
For the powers that be knew,
they needed one like me,
to fight the ****** fight.
I am the one who fights with the light,
but mistake me not for being of them,
mistake me not, friend, for being one of them.
I assure you, I am not.

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

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

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

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

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

But at what a cost,
aye what a cost this has done to me,
'tis all the more a shame, that such a fighter,
lose their humanity.
Nomad Apr 2014
Child, that we still are,
we run and hide,
so near
but far.
We run and hide,
away from the hurt and the pain,
and what give us few.

We run and hide,
some reasons that are unclear.

Child, child, child.
You weep and I cry,
you lash out, toss and fit,
but so scared of the dark,
and the light.
And all you know is to either
run.
Or Fight.

Hide no more,
weep no longer,
fear nothing,
for when you go to God,
he will make you stronger.
The giants you fear
shall not bother you no more,
for the day shall break,
in His Glorious grace you'll hide no more.

Child.
Nomad Dec 2014
I hear them laughing,
to, with and at.
They are laughing,
not caring,
who is skinny,
who is fat.

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

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

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

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

Or Loss.

Not yet.

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

I hear them laughing,
laughing away the day.

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

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

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

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

Because one day, of my own time,
I'll have that which they are having,
my own little children, laughing.
Nomad Feb 2016
Cloaks and daggers,
Playing in the dark
Playing in the wind
Running through the park.

Cloaks and daggers,
I keep them close by
Like shadows and mist
They pet me fly.

I keep them close to me
For it is all I ever known.
Cloaks and daggers
Are all I'll ever own.

Through mist and mirrors,
I let no one through,
Because being known to anyone,
It surly would not do.

Do with the left,
what the right hand can not,
When you commit to this life
Give it all you got.

So fight on shall I
In the shadows and the dark,
That I may never shed a tear from your eye,
As you walk through this park.
Nomad May 2014
I take it strong and black,
not a single kick
does it lack.

This is how I drink it,
nice, rich, and hot,
If I must add something, maybe a touch of clover-honey,
but certainly not a lot!

It's sustains me,
if even for a little while,
it'll keep me up and going,
if just for another mile.

But not enough can stir my blood,
the way that you do my dear,
nothing in the world beats coffee,
except when you come near!

It's rather a shameful fact,
when I look at it and you and back,
when you come near, laughing so happily,
you just don't know what it does to me.

Because of you.
I just might miss my sip of Coffee.

Ouch.
Nomad Aug 2014
Come away come away with me
my lost love, my love's lost.

Come away come away to the road
the winding road, that winds with the wind.

Come away with me to the water,
give your self a chance to live once again,
away from the evil, away from the big bad men.

Come away take my hand,
i know that you're scared, this is an offer
not a demand.

Come away come away with me,
child of the night,
come small bird,
spread your wings
and let us take flight.
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.
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