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Nomad Apr 2014
I hear you, I see you,
but I dare not say to you.
"Hey. I love you."
It's so simple, but it never really is.
So I stand here at the corner of happy and healthy, waiting for...you.
Sketchy.
Oops.
Let's try this again.
I hear you, I see you,
but I dare not say to you,
what is really beating in my heart, and what echos in my head.
I talk to you and I stutter,
you leave the room, and I begin to shudder.
You're the color in my world, the music, the life,
because I'm looking for not a fling, but really for a wife.
If that kind of commitment really scares you,
I won't apologize for what is true.
Because now that you (don't) know about how I really feel, inside my soul
I have a hole here now, from the heart you just stole.

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

One day, I'll share with you all of these, as quirky as they may be.
But one day I'll build the nerve to ask you, to always stay with me.
Nomad Apr 2014
I have,
loved, but never acted.

I am
In love but can't move.

I will
still love her.
But this time,
I'll move the world.
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.
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!
Nomad Jul 2014
In the rain
we learn,
it's not about the wait,
waiting until it passes,
it's all about what we do,
to get off our sorry *****!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So smile and dance,
next time you see rain.
Don't you worry,
that sunny sky,
and colorful rainbow,
you'll both see again.
Nomad Dec 2017
Steal away
softly, gently, quietly still
into the night you must go
to where, with whom, and when?
No one must know.

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

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

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

Where all is nothing as it all may have seem
I shall enter where no others may trespass
I shall go yonder there
in this land of dream.
Nomad Dec 2014
Let's play a game,
a silly, witty, pity
kind of game.

I spy.
Aye, I do indeed,
I spy with my little eyes,
a chip, upon your shoulder it lies.

There it is,
in all it's glorious splendor.
How it got there, is all that I wonder?
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?
Nomad Apr 2014
It's okay to scream and shout,
to whine and pout,
to go ahead and pull your hair all out.
I've seen it before, I've done it once or twice,
I've seen the things, that happen, when people aren't nice.

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

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

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

So it's okay.
I know that it'll be so.
I've got Faith in Jesus, and I've faith in you, you know?
Nomad Apr 2014
I will
Promise you the things, I know that I can keep,
here in our house, on this bed where we sleep.
I will
Never let you go
Never let my feelings show
because my pride is too much for even me to handle,
I stumble in the dark looking for a light, to light the candle.
I Will
Always be your friend
even up to the never end.
We've a long road ahead,
and this road never stops, even after that we are dead.
I will
be faithful always, to you and you alone,
because for you and only you, I'll take the beating of any stick or stone.
I lay down my life, I put my heart in the care of your hands,
Do not drop it, or break it, or share it, because no one understands.
I will
Be your best friend, one of a kind indeed,
One day we'll have it right together, one day I shall succeed.
I know it's a long way from there,
but believe me when I say that there's more that I'm able to bare.

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

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

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

I will
let you leave,
if that's what you wish.
Or perhaps a friendly game of, what is it, Go-Fish?
HA.
Nomad Apr 2014
You.
I wish I knew,
This is when the beginning of my regrets when,
Things happen and I couldn't be there,
Sometimes Life just isn't fair.

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

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

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

I wish I knew.
Because now, I'll miss you.
Dedicated to a few friends of mine. And it's also a general plea to the public that when you need an someone to talk to. I'm there. I want to be there for you. If you want me to shut up and listen. I will. Ask my opinion, I'll give it.
Just don't, for the Love of God and yourself. Don't be someone's regret.
Be there. Life'll seem just a little more.
Fair.
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.
Nomad Sep 2014
Later and later,
the time passes now,
the night was young, I feel alive,
and now it's approaching,
the time of 5.

Insomnia has a way
of twisting time,
all it does is steal
your mind and all,
it's such a blasted crime.

So late at night,
I leave my eyes open
just like my window,
letting my mind,
go.

Let it go,
to where it wants
confusing myself with dreams of the day,
to things I know.

Late at night,
I toss,
turn,
rustle
and mumble,
I let my brain rattle off what I want and need,
and let my stomach grumble,
for want of even just a small seed.

Late at night,
I think,
about them,
my friends,
my family,
about all of them.

About her.

She fills my mind,
she makes my teeth,
not...grind.

Well. She's there now,
she's in there to stay,
she let's my mind,
be at ease.

She's an angle,
if only mine to hold,
she probably could be,
would be,
if only I was so bold.

Let me sleep,
oh mind of mine.
Let me stop
these writing of lines.

Late at night.
Nomad May 2017
He stood there at the lip of the canyon
and stood there unwavering like the stones which sat and watched.
He stood there on the edge
feeling the wind as it gently blew
because it had the feeling
because it knew.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Death would not have him
not today
Not yet

But in trade Death would have the others he was promised,
this was the Warrior's Bet as he walked back with a newfound light.
This man, this warrior, picked up his sword and ran back into the fight.
Fictional
Remember, Death is never a viable option to end suffering, it only passes it to the ones you love. So don't choose it, talk to someone, anyone. Even me.
Nomad May 2014
I'm no professional,
I've learned to no degree,
it's just that you seemed rather sad,
as sad as you could be.

We don't know each other,
probably not even by a chance,
no this is not a poor thing,
desperate for slight romance.

This here boy,
is asking earnestly to be true,
and this ol' boy,
is saying,
Let me help you!"

We don't know each other,
as strange of strangers that we are,
I don't want to know how close you live,
or even how far.
Just tell me your troubles,
lay upon me the weight on your shoulders,
I won't tell another soul,
I won't ask for other holders.

Love is a powerful thing,
and I believe that it overcomes all,
so don't worry about me,
I'll answer your call.
Call me day, call me night,
call me when ever it does(n't) feel right.
I'm your friend
if you're willing
I'll hold your wait,
trust me the anger, frustration, sadness and bumps from the fall,
isn't worth the killing,
the dying, the self-suffering of it all.

So let me help,
I extend my hands to you,
at least let me hear your case,
that's the least that I can do.

I'll listen intently,
more mute than a gargoyle,
I"ll take all your emotions, from the bubbling to the broil!
I'll be your friend,
no matter the excuses,
because I'm a friend that puts up offers,
and never refuses.

I'll help all I can,
as much as possi-ble,
just remember, that i'm only one man,
and don't worry at all,
I'll never ever find you dull.

I pity you,
though you don't need it,
even so, as a friend, I'll love you still,
and my love will never quit.

So God bless you, and keep you,
safe from others and yourself,
just remember you have me,
and God up above,
if you ever need help.

Because incidentally,
we'd both would like to know,
"Will you let Us help you,
get you to where you need to go?"

Let me help you.
Sincerely, Your Friend
Nomad Apr 2014
You like him
He likes you.
But it's the facts your after, that bothers you?
That he's human, like all the others,
he was either raised right, or had too many mothers.

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

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

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

So lets agree,
your both hopelessly and tragically in love.
So what.
You gonna sit on that, and watch it shrink?
Or you gonna fight for it and care to make it grow, turtle dove?
What's it gonna be?
Shall we agree?
Yeah. I'm not saying punk out, but if you feel that's best...well. Who am I to handle the affairs of love?
Nomad Apr 2014
Liar Liar,
you're pants are on fire.
Something something something, hanging on a telephone wire.

Liar liar,
the only thing that rhymes,
it's a shame we take such pride in things, that waste our precious times.
Let's hear the truth, spoken from our lips,
in fact lets say it form our soul,
let it emanate from our head and even past our hips.

The Truth is,
Jesus is the way, the truth, the light,
you want to disagree? I"m not going to fight.
I'll give you my love, and blessings upon you,
may peace and forgiveness follow, and be with whatever you do.
Just let me keep my Faith, and allow me to pass it to you.
I won't force it, know that's recipe to take a fall,
I just wanted to plant a small little seed, one little seed, that's all.

So forgive me if I came out brash,
I just rather prefer word-of mouth, than than the tag-of hash.
G'night my friends, my brothers and sisters,
all of you from all the other mothers and misters.

Liar Liar
pants on fire,
burns up slow, but heats up fast,
soon it's nothing more, than memory in the past.

The truth stays forever,
forever and always, like love,
so rightfully naive.
Because Love and us, we have the right to believe.
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 May 2014
Little dreams,
is all we have to hold,
little dreams now,
even through the cold.

Living through,
what might as well be Hell,
it's our dreams that we hold,
and we'll never sell.

Little Dreams,
in hope for brighter days,
little dreams of peace,
even if for a moment, and hopes that it stays.

Little dreams,
start small,
then with nurture and affection,
grow large and tall, and strong,
when we offer it protection.

When we feed our dreams,
they get bigger and better,
and we all wish for things,
to go according to the letter!

The script that we write,
our pen in our hand,
we ask more from reality,
and then ask turns to demand!

We all act like we're special,
and we deserve better,
that we're expected to be hand-held and fed,
then reality hits
and my it's a real upsetter!

Little dreams
grew tall,
only to have, like humpty-dumpt,
a mighty great fall.

So with our dreams,
now shattered into pieces,
we look to the world
to find the worldly releases.

Aye, indeed, drugs, ***, *****, or money,
It's all a shame now,
and we think no-shame is still funny.
We have slogans now,
saying "You Only Live Once!"
So why throw your life away
you gorram dunce!


You too, once, were just a small child,
surely you must remember,
where you were taught to be mild!
Be polite and courteous,
and a few basic rules!
Being respectful and humble,
doesn't mean you're a tool!

Listen to yourself,
where have you gone now?
You blame the world for your ignorance,
and yet I must ask how?!

You've shut away your eyes,
and turned away your face,
it's hard to face the mirror,
when all you see is disgrace!

sigh...
...
sigh...

But I'm here to tell something,
something brand new,
as only a friend can only do,
that's my love for you.

Friendships go deep,
even the first look from a stranger,
from a child to adult,
from civilian to Airborne Ranger,
Let me tell you something,
and it's okay that you're shocked,
I understand if I came out strong,
and you feel kind of rocked.

You're not as bad,
or even half as you think you are,
you're still a good person,
a great person by far.
You haven't been perfect,
we know this so true,
but neither have I,
yeah, me too!

We're all on this Earth,
gathering our broken dreams,
when we put them back together,
it makes only a mirror it seems.
Each piece a reflection,
of who we used to be,
and when we find all the pieces
we realize,
"My dream was to be...me."

Yes. Little dreams do come true,
every now and then,
for me,
and you.

But please don't give up,
keep picking up the pieces,
you'll get scraped and bruised a few times,
but you'll feel better than those worldly releases.
Take your time,
relax,
be thorough in your search,
maybe take a moment to listen,
to the annoying bird, that sits out on the perch.

Little dreams are made,
from the bits inside of you,
just know every piece you collect,
reflects what you say, think and do.

I've given you a rant,
a warning,
and a tip,
now be on your way to freedom,
and have a safe trip.

As you find your way
to find...
those little dreams.

Again.
As A friend, don't give up. Be safe, and God Bless.
Nomad Apr 2014
Like the memories of sleeping until noon,
where all you had to do, was smile and do good, and you're home real soon.
Learn a little something, it wasn't too bad,
you got to see your friends, weren't you glad?

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

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

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

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

Those little things.
Nomad Sep 2014
Little wings, flutter in the wind,
little wings, up to heaven, for they have not yet sinned.
Little wings, flying away
away, away,
little wings
that can not stay.

Little wings, so small and frail,
yet strong and powerful,
that laughs as they have strengths to lift whales!

Today I hear,
another set of wings,
pinned to another angel of ours,
now we know we've another angel,
watching over us, from the Holy Towers!

Little wings,
we'll never hear,
little wings,
we'll never hold dear.
Little wings,
gone away for only a little while,
Little wings,
watch over us now,
as we go through our trial.

My sweet,
my dear,
my little wing, I miss you
I fear.

You're gone
and I am saddened,
inside my soul,
but my heart is gladdened,
that you've reached our goal.

You now flutter and fly,
in the heavens above,
you are now cared for
in the arms of Love.

May God answer,
the questions that we can not ask,
as we stay here
to complete our task.

Glory, Glory, unto the Lord Almighty,
I shall stay to weep here,
holding my little wing's body,
ever so tightly.
Nomad Jan 2018
In perspective
forget yours or mine
forget the times where we were scared
but it all turned out fine
I could not imagine for a day
living with monsters.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Living with monsters.
Nomad Apr 2014
The ones they give,
to each other,
the ones they have,
to say, they love one another.

The ones with passing, with such a playful spirit,
it's the one with stars in their eyes,
and the heart on their sleeves, they proudly wear it.

Ah how they ask for kisses,
with nary a word,
how the song of love whistles,
much sweeter than any bird.

Be in sunshine, or rain,
in whispers or...rather profane.
They come on back to give each other,
a look.

That look of endearment,
ah such joy have they together,
how they know and believe,
that they'll survive no matter the weather.

How I long for a partner,
to give such a look,
however I find,
find them in only story books.

So lovers will be,
star crossed by the sea,
enkindled and intertwined,
when they look at each other,
they look to rewind.

For one more day, to stare at each other,
to have one more day, with their one,
their lover.

All from looks.
Nomad Dec 2014
Is my Love enough?
To keep you afloat?
Is my Love enough?
To tell you in each written word that I've wrote,
that I love you,
more than ever,
because I miss you now,
more than ever.

Is my love enough?
To keep you in my arms?
Is my love enough?
To keep you safe from harm?
Is it enough to let you know,
that I'll be here always,
and I'll never let you
go?

Is it enough?

Just telling you each and every blessed day,
as they come and as they go, be that as it may,
will it ever be enough just to say I love you
so?

Because if,
no.

Then tell
me.
What I have to do?
So that I can stay a while longer with you?
Tell,
me.
What I have to say?
To have you stay,
with me.

For a little while.
A long while,
maybe.
Forever?

Is my love enough?
To keep us both strong?
God, I hope that it's enough,
cause I know that I'll pay for it if I. Am.
Wrong.

So Is it enough?
Nomad Mar 2014
A Challenger, Challenging everything,
because everything was a challenge.
A goal was set, I continue to try to reach, do what I must to get there,
to over look one small thing.
And blow it all up.
The plans, they’re building, higher and higher,
higher they climb.
The higher they climb the harder they fall.
Fall, fall, falling they came down.
Nothing left.
Spartan was I, an old Spartan I am,
My shield is still on,
but my head is painted upon it.
For I hold, I hold my ground until the very end.
The very end I shall hold with my dying breath,
I shall not waver, in strength, courage, spirit, truth, loyalty…
What is loyalty? This question is asked when one can no longer trust his fellow
man.
I was a Spartan, my head upon my shield, and my shield up, as the rain of arrows and the trumpets of death may sound, I will not yield.
A Bulldog, an ugly creature, short, stocky,
yet ferocious in their fights, they show no emotion,
and their loyalty, unquestioning.
Their bite speaks louder than their bark.
Now I’m here, I hear,
Throw me a bone,
put me in the ring,
put up the lights,
watch me fight.
You see,
for
I am.
A Challenger, reaching for the stars
A Spartan, who held his ground.
A Bulldog, waiting for his next order.
These Are
the Mascots of my life.
Nomad Nov 2017
I do not want honor.
I seek no fame.
I'd honestly rather not have anyone
even remember my name.
May the actions that I do,
may they never be retold
may the future of the generations,
never know the horrors behind my curtains' fold.
Let me speak to my God
and tell my ancestors just this one last time
that I lived my life with pride and with all due diligence
and I was happy
was that such a crime?
I wish not to be remembered
as neither hero nor idol claim.
I only wish for the future of generations
to be blessed all the same.
May they grow in peace
May they learn in love,
May they practice what they preach
and learn from the wisdom up above.
I may not grow old enough
to feel my weary bones creak
but when I finally go,
I will finally have that peace that I seek.
I am the restless wanderer
forever wandering upon an ocean of stars
seeking comfort among the people and the land,
rather than behind the telly or their bars.
May I
but a humble creature on a this blue ball we call home,
be granted God's glorious Mercy
of which I am undeserving of.
And receive just once more
something akin
to His ever patient love.
I am the wanderer,
forever I shall be.
Do not look as I pass by,
do not remember me
aye my dear children
let me rest
and rest in peace.
Nomad Dec 2017
May the years be kind
to us merry few still
left here to live our sorry lives
through the pain, punishments, and trials
we are left with our tattered faiths and
an unbroken will.

May the years be kind to you
old friend of mine and ours
may you see the world from new sights
below the deepest oceans
atop the highest towers.

May the years be kind to you
may peace reign over your soul
may age never change you ever more
and my our lives be led with you
with your surprises in store.

May the years be kinder to you
then we have ever been
we who had called you brother
we who called you kin.

May the years be kind
for troubles no more, shall you ever find.

Rest easy and Ride On
be comforted heavenly clouds
ride the trail of the sunshine down on this little patch of dirt
and listen well to the chorus of the Angles' song
And forgive us.
For our wrong.
In loving memory of Jordan Fletcher
Rest Easy Bro, and Ride On
We'll take it from here
Nomad May 2014
Miles and Miles to go,
that's how far I must treck
through rain, hail, sun, and snow
still yet I have
Miles and Miles to go.

Miles and Miles to go,
where I will stop,
when will I end,
it's not like anybody will know,
when I've yet to travel
Miles and Miles,
Miles to go.

Down this beaten path,
or broken road,
over the hill-tops and mountains,
through yon valleys so deep,
it's the precious little memories of each
of all the people and places
I keep.
Yet I know I'll have more,
with life keeping the better parts in store,
but there's only one way to know for sure,
when I've yet to simply endure,
Miles and Miles To Go.

Trek along, the weary way,
with no place of my own,
not a warm place to stay,
I endure the hardships of the weather,
hoping one day
it'll all be better,
but better land is so far away,
and I've got me mind still sharp and together,
and come the troubles, and come as they may,
I know I'm never alone,
when I travel the road by day.

Miles and Miles to go,
my feet has toughened
harder than boots,
I'm finally going,
the land of my roots.
There's no more place that I'd rather go,
than to the place,
the place I call my home.

To finally feel the warm ground beneath my feet,
to finally feel the comfort,
of the sun's blanketing heat.
To feel the wind as it washes through my hair,
to feel the raindrops on my skin,
like I didn't care.
To smell the dew, in the early morn,
to finally taste, some of that home grown corn.

And yet...
I've a long way to go,
before I finally head home,
still I must travel,
still
I must roam.
For the work is not done,
nor will it ever be,
there's a race to be run,
and I'm not the only one,
with Miles
And Miles
To Go.

Miles And Miles To Go.
Nomad Aug 2014
How sad is it,
that their is so much that needs clarity,
but it's all prevented by the very thing that gives us disparity,
it is [but of course!] the very essence, the very source,
of our own vanity.

See how the birds fly,
yes how pretty the birds are as they go on by.
But think how simple it is, that they don't care how each other looks,
and they don't need to worry about what they're being told,
by biased and characterizing books.

They prune their feathers,
and ready themselves
for any weather,
then they sing.

What do they sing?
Why do they sing?
Why is it pleasing,
soothing, comforting,
amazing and simple,
just for our ears,
why do we always worry,
about the coming years?

The mockingbird,
there's a bird, that has no care in the world,
as it sounds like whatever it hears,
it does it daringly,
and best of it all, it does it without fears.

No fear of judgement,
no care for purpose or otherwise,
it's the truest mirror of a voice,
just as it is, a truth in itself, devoid of any lies.

Mockingbird, mocking the bird,
tweeting, is what we do,
when it just gets harder to talk,
to simply me and you.

Why can't we be like mocking birds,
not mocking the birds, that fly on by,
or is this really,
the only thing that we can do?

Mocking bird, mocking bird,
sing us a song,
sing us a song,
of the things we know,
of what's right and wrong.

Won't you sing too?
Nomad Jul 2015
There's much to be done lad,
and there isn't much time.
You must be quick on you feet,
and your head must be sound!

A sound mind, a clear head,
mind you it best not be empty!

We need your minds,
your soul and fiery passion.
We need every talent, that everyone can ration.

There isn't much time. So do hurry along,
I can only hope your time can help,
for all that we have made wrong.

So go on, press on.
We shall guide you no more,
for the gates have been swung open,
we are shutting the door.

Run far, run fast,
this is a race against time, and some may not last.
But we need as many as you can gather,
all the ones worth collecting rather,
so spread the news,
start going today!

We've no time left lad!
There must be no delay!!

Gird your *****,
and make strong your will,
for when you are tired, know that eyes are watching you still.

Do not falter,
do not fail,
because you are the factor,
if your time shall prevail.

I wish you the best,
God bless and God speed,
you'll need all the lucky blessings you can get m'boy.
All of them...
Indeed.
Nomad Jan 2015
So close.
I see them.
Targets in sight.
Me and the squad gears up,
ready for the fight.

Behind them, the hold my friends,
their is no turning back, no calling quits,
and for them. No way to make amends.

Rest now, my fellow angels,
for we've only made half the journey to this day,
don your armor, pass the ammo 'round,
for as angels are we, there will be hell to pay,
for my friends we shall save with a joyous sound.

Give me, my brothers and sisters in arms strength
in this coming battle, for our own little war,
may you, my Lord & savior, grant us victory & life
even at death's door.

Mud and Blood, shall dress us well,
as we stand ready, at the gates
to give them
Hell.
Nomad Apr 2014
This. Is my fight.
But oh boy is it rough.
I expect I'll bleed, i'll get scarred, but you know what? Tough.
Now time to explain what this fight's all about,
I'll take anyway, I'll take any route.
See I'm a mercenary, I'm up for hire,
I can fight all day and never tire.

Your fight is mine,
so you'll never be alone.
I'll give it all I got, give me two sticks and one stone.
I'll share it, so steady your aim,
cause when we fight, remember, after this, nothing's the same.
I'll fight with, but never for,
try to change that, I'll show you the door.

My fight.
Isn't against you personally.
But get in my way, or hurt the others, you'll have to answer,
answer to me.
I won't judge you,
that's not my business,
I just set the meeting between you, and the guy Up Stairs.

My Fight.
Will be for the wronged,
the tortured and forgotten.
I fight where I'm needed most,
as often as I can.
But I know I can't save them all,
for I'm only just one man.
But i'll do my best, the best of what I can do,
I'll fight a good fight, that's me.
How about you?

My fight,
is yours, and yours will be mine.
I'm ready to go, when ever you say,
so join the ranks, get in the line.

This...
is OUR fight now.
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.
Nomad Jan 2015
And on my island, shall be more than just a speck of sand,
in which I can call my own,
and on my island, I shall have more people than myself,
so I won't ever have to be alone.

And on this Island, there will also be you, and I,
we shall walk the shores of the beach,
where our cares of tomorrow, will always wait until then,
and there's no one to ask us about why.

And on this Island, we shall have all the pretty birds,
flowers, and animals, of the land, sky and sea,
and on this Island, I will keep all my promises, a sacred guarantee.

My island, surrounded by shallows
nothing but calm waters, fluffy clouds,
whatever ideal weather that God allows.

My island, shared with you,
we'll be surrounded by nothing but what we want,
much more than petty things like money,
because without that, we have no worry.

We'll be surrounded by loved ones,
our friends and family,
here on our Island,
surrounded by calm waters,
on the sea.

Here on our island,
we'll have children,
who'll build to our small little island,
yes to our island,
our home by the sea.

Our home that we'll build,
just for you, we'll have that Island,
one day you'll see.
Nomad Jun 2017
One day you'll know
As your head, heart, and body grow
That I love you the most
More than any father ever could.
Father loves you very much,
As any father very well should.

I work tirelessly
Just to see you happy.
But I know that there will come day
That I come home and you will not be.

Whatever the reason
For no matter how long,
I am your father
Invincible and strong.

I will be your strength
for every time that you cry
I will be your comfort
To wipe the tears from your eye.

I miss you everyday
From the playground we used to play
I miss your smile, your laughter, your joy in life through it all.
I miss the way you say
"One day daddy, I'll be just as tall!”

It brings a slight mist to my eye
Thinking back at those days
How carefree you were
In all of your ways.
My child, you never knew
But inside you already grew,
To be the tallest giant I could see
Aye, indeed, taller than even me.

I saw your heart from when it first did beat,
To pump the blood from your head to your little feet.

And I saw that heart grow,
Faster than any other child I've seen!
And I pray it continues to do so,
Cause I swear you could not be mean.

There aren't enough words to say
How much I love you so.
I just thought that I would try,
Try to let you know.
So who ever you may meet,
And where ever you may go,
Just remember always child,
Father loves you so.
If you ever needed to hear this from a father...here you are then.
Nomad Jan 2015
Ah my love, my sweet, my precious one.
You know how much I adore you,
and keep you close as my own beating heart,
you're worth so much more to me than anyone
and that I wouldn't bare to have neither distance nor object,
keep us apart.

My sweet, my love, please do understand,
remember the vow when I took your hand?
Know that I'll keep it forever, even should death do us part,
for only you I trusted, with my beating heart.

Now love, I hope to remind you this, in hopes you'd understand,
I've a lost friend that needs my help,
in some desolate and war-torn land.
I know you think it foolish,
but to them I must go and find,
because I was taught and drilled,
never leave a friend behind.

My search, my fight, is all for you.
The sacrifices made by my friends,
are so damnably great,
that to ignore their cry for help,
would put all my years of friendship to waste.

Please do not cry,
as I leave the door,
please always know,
I am yours, forever, and forever more.

But pray, for me, as I go now,
for I must find my friends, some way some how.
Their safety I must assure,
if not the weight of their bodies,
that I will somberly endure.

I hope to find them, in some condition,
but at least alive,
I'm going in head first,
just watch me dive.

I thank you, for your understanding,
and support as you always did,
this was my burden to bare,
I'm sorry I reflected for so long,
so sorry that this secret I hid.

Don't worry love,
I won't be alone as I go,
because I'll always have you close to my heart,
because you and I, shall never truly be ever apart.

Now off, and away,
into the dusk, the night of the day.

Now off I sail,
off I fly,
to do.
Or die.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To the New Kid on the Block...
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Nomad 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.
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.
Nomad Jul 2018
What the songs of Solomon meant
when he sang the songs he made for his lovers and wives
a touch so unique, a touch that changed lives.

What it feels to be loved
but still feel so empty inside
like giving your keys to someone else
and you're just there for the ride.

What it feels like to be needed
but if only for a moment longer
to have that moment of ectasy
but couldn't feel any
wronger.
Nomad May 2014
A clear cloudy day,
was all my mind could really come up to say,
about the weather, and the breeze,
when all the time I'm just thinking, "Ah jeez!"
What an embarrassing way to start,
when  I should've been brave, and said it from the heart.

Well,
Once upon a time,
in some dis-tant land,
All I ever really knew,
was the law of
supply and demand!
People always asked for much more than we had,
then we looked back at the people,
penniless and homeless, looking so sad.
Not all of the homeless
were all like that,
I'm just saying some of them,
thought that they wore crowns for hats
and now they're spending all their years,
thinking what could've been right,
instead of picking wrong streets,
and picking more fights.

In a room or a stall, or some where enclosed,
there's a little child crying,
but it seems that nobody knows.
The child is,
who ever it is,
doesn't matter the race, color, ***, or age,
it's just another sad chapter,
with another turn of the page.

There's a war out there,
and one right here, off our telephone,
it's right here, out there, in here,
and when we're alone.
How many years
will it take
for the kids
of this gen-eration, to fin-ally,
learn from their stupid mistakes!
Make one, all fun,
try not to do it again,
but no, gotta do it
for the vine,
so they do it
and then,
one's in the hospital,
with broken bones and spirit,
you'd they kids want to stay out of trouble,
in stead of trying to-get near it!

Once upon a time,
when we neighbors didn't need fences,
only needed for
the cattle expenses.
We worked hard for a living,
as we
still do,
it's funny how work is taken for granted,
until they don't know what to do.
Then it's just to hard,
to try to do better,
and then they think they know it all
until they get the denial letter.

It's a sad world we live in,
a sad world indeed,
it's a sad, sad world,
drowning in sin.

Aye, I said it,
as a Bible-Thumper I am,
I'm only preaching what I know, yes sir, and ma'am.

Once upon a time,
we all strove to be good,
and now we fear our neighbors,
and we take pride that we're from the hood.

Give me back
those summer days,
down by the lake of Cor,
give me back the swing-tire,
where we would never forget, never we swore!

The time of peace and respect,
and a piece of integrity,
where each child of every race,
fought the stereotypicracy!
Where each child would look forward,
to a brighter education,
and worked hard to feed their family,
instead of looking for vacation!

Gone are the days,
which I am speaking of,
gone are the days
where we used with care,
the word of Love.

Now we go out on flings,
hoping to fill ourselves for the night,
but deep down, deep inside,
I know they don't feel right.

Bring me back the days,
oh most lyrical of rhymes,
Oh bring me back once more,
turn back the Once Upon a Times!

They're gone...
now just a dream.

Once upon...
a midnight's dream.

Once.
Nomad Aug 2014
This once was, a place I called home,
this once was, the only place I've ever known.
Once it was, a safe haven of my youth,
once it was a place, where I learned a few truths.

Once this was a place, bustling with life,
where the smell of sweat, hot food and drinks,
and the sound of laughter, over came the day-to-day strife.

It did not have the asphalt lot, that all buildings have now,
they only needed to follow the noise,
and that's the only way we knew how.

It was a diner, a buffet,
a dance party, a place to...get away.

It once was a place, that had a grand view of the hillside, and the place we used to own,
it was the only place, that we ever really known.

Just imagine

The sunshine beats down upon your brow,
like only the sun, the shining penny in the sky, only knows how.
And imagine the clouds, fluffy and white,
helps calm and cool the day, to help us hide from the sun,
that shined so bright.
Imagine the day, where in a field of gold and green,
we do what we say, and say what we mean.
Sure we're rough, we're rowdy,
calloused to the hands,
don't mind us none now,
we're only calloused to meet the demands.
Here and now, this is where we stand,
beware the matches, as the sun sets,
and strike up the band.
The sun's setting now, and how great the sun feels at it's last gasp.
And the wind is still whispering, tossing the reeds and grass back and forth.
Yes my friends, this once was a place, of pick nicks in the meadows
where one would sleep and wait, until the dawn.


It once was, just like that, a place of rest and comfort,

a brook, a stream;

nothing more, more than a dream.

To the woods we would wander
the woods to play, and get lost and be found again


this is the story of.

What once was.
Nomad May 2014
Time
so much and so little,
how we play out the strings,
like on a small fiddle.

The tune is sweet,
some times it's abysmal,
it's a love song, but a damning riddle.

Ah how it plays with us,
saying we have plenty,
only to find, how fast it fills,
even when we're still empty.

Time,
what a wonderful,
precious thing,
we always need more,
when we just need understanding.

Time well wasted,
is when i'm with you,
time elsewhere, with others, oh it just wouldn't do.

So here I sit,
far across the room from you,
how much time have I wasted,
not knowing what to do.

Just want,
want,
need,
one more time.

Before we leave.
Nomad Apr 2014
One of these days,
I'll tell you how I feel
One of these days,
I'll find out if its real.
One of these days,
don't know when it'll be.
One of these days,
I'll ask you to be with me.

One of these days in years yet to come,
one of these days, I'll talk to your da and mum.
One of these days, on a mountain side or cliff or the sparkling sand,
one of these days, I'll nervously ask, ask for your hand

One of these days.
To be continued. because...school.
Nomad Oct 2015
Only when you are here
do I truly fear,
If what I say or do next
will scare you away
or have you stay.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't take me...
I'm no good.
Nomad May 2014
On my way to seeing you,
I've met a small boy
who was feeling blue,
so I thought I might let him tag along,
not knowing exactly what to do.

So he came without a moment's thought,
I shared with him my own Popsicle,
to keep him cool from the summer's hot.

We then picked up,
along the way,
a little girl, who had wandered too far that day.

So naturally, I inclined to share,
the Popsicle I had saved for you,
sorry-but-not-really, because I learned her name was Claire!

The boy then spoke rather quickly,
that his name was Liam,
and my he said it proudly!

So there we were, the three of us,
all on our way to meet you,
without a fuss.
Okay the day was hot,
it burned right through my skull,
fact the matter was,
I had just given both the Popsicles.

But it was worth it,
seeing your face,
waiting for me at the doorway,
with a wide smile I could trace.

You looked at the children with such fondness too,
I wondered and asked,
what we were going to do?

"We'll share us our picnic! I've brought plenty to share,
In fact let's have our little party,
right over there!"

You said with delight,
you chased the children down the road,
your laughter so sweet,
your voice so light.

So we played the role of Mom and Dad,
and it was the best,
the best time I've ever had.

We were only kids ourselves,
we didn't even have a clue,
with what to do with these two!

So after we ate, and cleaned up the mess,
the sun was setting,
here comes the darkness.

The children were tired,
so we asked while we could,
where they called home,
so we could take them to their neighborhood.

And so they told us,
all so sleepily,
I carried one,
and you carried the other happily.

I'll never forget that night,
the night we went on our way,
feeling like proud accomplished parents,
that had a lot of fun that day.

I wouldn't know what would have happened,
had I not run into them that day,
but I wouldn't change a single thing,
as i walked along the road that way.

We dropped Liam off,
then next little Claire,
then under the pale moonlight,
we simply just stood there.

God let me live,
to see that moment one more time,
and so concludes this poem,
and so ends this rhyme.

As I must be on my way.
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.
Nomad Jul 2014
The right track is hard,
it's long and narrow.
But the reward at the end,
is sweeter than the song
of a flightly little sparrow.

I've done my fair share of side tracks and u-turns,
and every time that I've gone wrong,
I got a few scrapes, bruises
broken bones, and plenty of burns.

How many times have I looked back,
and stumbled going forward?
Well, too many times to count, that's for sure
and no 'mount of prayers and repentance
can ever make me pure.

So Lord above,
that watches us from above the skies,
Here this poor boy's prayer's
a gruff little man,
crying in disguise.

I want to be on the right track,
I don't want to look back any more,
let me feel the wind,
open the windows,
unlock the door.

Give me back my life,
away from pain and misery,
Lord give me ears to hear,
and eyes
that see.
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.
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