There you are, and yet
here I am.
There you are, in your grace,
in your beauty.
There you are.

Just out of reach.

It torments me to know,
that "though we might be far apart,
it matters not as to the affairs,
of that of the heart."

I miss the touch of our skin,
as we tenderly held hands,
how we used to stand against,
the tyranny of demands.

Ah such a gentle flower,
with such a ***** to the side,
I love how it was you,
that I could always confide.

You are my heart,
that beats inside this chest,
you are the one,
you are the best.

You have your smile,
that puts me at ease.
You have a way of puttin' me in my place,
you even have me begging, please.

So please my girl,
my precious one,
my friend,
my love,
won't you let me know what you can teach?

Only if,
you weren't so out of reach.

Pain and suffering,
Of them both I am well aware.
It is the the bread and butter of this life,
Formed in misery, surrounded by strife.

I drank the cup, in hopes of redemption
But found none there.
Instead now I live in the life of atonement
For the burdens I am to bear.

Blood flows as time flies
I carry my sins heavily, for all the pain
All the lies.
When I was younger I wished to understand,
I now am older,
And wearily travel through the land.

What have I done,
I shout in the wind,
Why am I not forgiven
For all of my sins?

Perhaps I shall,
Take on too,
The burdens of yours,yours and mine too.

That cup from where I had my first sip,
I shall keep it with me now,
That none other may feel the stingless whip.

This is my burden, my price to pay.
Leave and leave me be, continue friend,
And be on your way.

Pinky promise
to take you
one day,
away.

Away from here,
away from there,
I just want to
make you happy
like I said I would.

Remember the time
way back when?
We were young,
foolish, and rash,
we were just children then.

Pinky promises.
I laugh now,
but back then they were legit.
Now that I remember,
I'm feeling nostalgic.

I smiled,
braces and all,
and you just kept looking
at the leaves as they fall.

You are wonderful,
beautiful,
amazing,
gorgeous,
mesmerizing
and every bit angelic
as I know you are.

That pinky promise was the closest I've ever got,
to holding you close,
so close
by far.

Pinky promise,
I promised to you,
just you wait for me,
and watch
as I pull through.

Our dreams will be reality,
my words are my bond,
because my sweet,
my heart, my joy,
my only one,
for my heart is fond.

Pinky promises,
now that's legit.
I've made it then,
so I could keep it.

Pinky. Promise.

We run, we hide, we cheat and lie
but all that aside,
we still want to be known by someone before we die.

We have have a compulsion to spill our little tales,
from knowing the Queen of England,
to being the beggar of Wales.

What have you done my friend?
That makes you so scared?
What has gotten you this way,
that you are so defensively prepared?

I wish I knew how to break that shell,
but rather you safe there,
then to unleash the furies of hell.

My friend, I respect you, i love our friendship so,
so prying to your secrets of secrets, I shall dare not go.

My friend you are worth it,
every confusing mistake.
Because you are the friend, that I chose to make.

"Don't judge a book by it's cover..."
Well why ever not?
When today we search for appearance and appeal
the imagery must be
ideal.

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

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

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

****** analyze it as you will
have at it
have your fill
but until you can crack my case
and spit it all back to my face
I'll introduce you to my shadow
the only thing about me you can chase.

Remember what it's like?

To lay down in the sun?
Just knowing, that for a moment's rest, that even this you fought and won?
The soft smooth blanket, of warmth upon your skin,
the great warm feeling, simply settling in.

Then came the breeze, and how it soothed the small little scorches,
it almost made you feel, like back on the ol' time porches!
And how the two came together, fit hand in hand indeed,
then you cracked a smile, allowing rest and sleep, to proceed.

Alas, the rest was short, however long it actually was,
before you heard the commotion, and stirred to the buzz.
No one around, your secret little haven, your shrine, your own,
but felt a slight shiver, a shiver to the bone.
A storm was approaching, and fast it came too!
You were a bit ways from home, and didn't know what to do!

So you ran towards cover, the rain began to pour,
it was a shame, and a blessing, it was only nothing more.
So you ran towards a tree, not knowing where else to go,
but you weren't alone as you thought, little did you know.

The first thunder was heard, and you already soaked wet,
I can remember it now, you would blush if you saw yourself that day I bet.
The next clap came loudly, a flash through the sky,
that very tree let loose, a small boy who then on the ground he'd lie.

Well we gave each other quite the fright,
you yelled, if not screamed, quite loudly, at the rather odd little sight.
I backed up fast, as to not scare you more,
only to hit the very tree, that gave me that painful sore.

The rain is still coming,
there's no where to run,
thankfully for us,
it was a friendship, just waiting to be begun.

Remember?

Resistance is futile
so they told me.
They came, saw, and conquered all!
All those who did not flee.

So I did.

I was afraid
of them
of them
of them all.
I ran
and ran
away from their siren call.

I heard them
so I hid.

I ran far
but not enough
never enough.
"Join us, Join us, Join us"
They chanted and sang
the prancing of feet
and voices so loud
all the sounds my ear did they meet.

I was found.

And I regret nothing!

I lived a lonely life,
running around
running, running, always running.
And I suppose I hid in actual hopes that this power would find me.
Now I have kids and a wife!

Now they have.
And now I'm happier
than can be.

This power, this force that moves me so,
what is it, what is it that
I could be speaking of?

Love.

Aye, Love most wonderful,
delightful indeed.
Love most powerful unstoppable, unshakable.
Starts with a seed.

For resistance is futile,
don't you see?
Being in love, seeing that now,
I'm the happiest and richest I could ever be.

So don't run,
don't hide or fight,
trust me friend,
this was the rightest right,
I've ever felt.

Resistance is futile,
you will see,
soon you too will be happy.

It's midnight
and I can't stop
thinking
about
it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I'm still
missing her.
What have I done...

Come my brothers, sisters, to arms I call!
Together, Together, we shall make even the Titans fall!

Stand fast! Hold strong! The enemy doth beat and holler upon yon gate!
Be brave, be steady, for the hardest part yet is but the wait.

The battle shall be under way, and will eventually be concluded,
so be ready and clear of mind! Let not your goals be deluded!

Fight for me as I fight for you!
All I ask is to believe in yourself as I believe in you too!

The tolls shall be heavy, without one speck of doubt,
but by the end of the day,
to this I pray,
we shall cast the heathens out!

Watch them flee!
See them run!
Rest when you can,
for the war is yet won!

And when it comes time, when the trumpet shall sound,
we shall rise from the bodies and ashes,
to only have the strength and courage,
but to look around.

We shall see among,
the mass field of blood and blacken soot,
we shall see among our friends and family,
their mangled bodies, arms, legs, hands and foot.

We shall see them, and some of us lying there,
we shall the heavens, Hell, and the stary stair,
we shall ask of our own God, "To how, how was this fair?"

A heavy toll is expected from a war of great meaning,
but come unto me, and I'll bear your sorrow a-leaning.

Our heads will be held high, in the victory we share,
we shall let our tears fall proudly, for we were the ones who dared.

We, along with our brothers and sisters that were called to arms,
we made our sacred oath,
to keep our loved ones from harm.

So in the name of peace,
we will wage our war,
away from home,
as only to keep safe our front door.

So we rise together, now, one and all!
Come my brothers!
Come my sisters!
Come hither, and answer the Call!

Risks
we've all taken our share,
from test scores, to bets,
to simple double-dog dares!

Risky Risky,
Trimble and whisky,
ah what spirits shall quench
thy dying thirst?
What steed shall ye ride,
a Maverick or a Hertz?

Risks,
calculated and foolish,
brash and insane,
speeding down the highway,
weaving through a no passing lane.

There's room for both,
if you take your time,
What risk have you to be,
cut short of yours?

Risk.
Risk it all, and win the lot,
or risk it all, to find the empty ***?

The risk is yours
for you to choose.
Fate decides now,
shall you win?
Or shall you lose?

Run Runner run,
run not because it's fun,
because you're scared of something
that you know is true,
I know you're running,
running from you.

Run runner run,
you're going so fast,
you think you're the only one.
This isn't a race,
with a prize in the end,
you're running for your life,
instead of standing to defend.

So run runner Run.
Let's all see you try,
to beat the beating sun.
You'll be tormented and tried,
all alone on the way,
if you keep on running,
running this way.

So where are you going,
oh friend of mine?
When all you do is just run
to the place with no finish line?

Or what will you do,
even if there was one,
would you still keep running,
even when it was all done?

Run Runner Run,
for that's all you ever knew,
a runner's run, is all they ever know how to do.

Or does it have to always be this way,
on this torturous path they stay.
Or can they stop, to take a breath once and a while,
to notice that they've been running no where,
when they have to crawl the mile.

But if you stopped and waited,
for us to reach you,
we'll give you a hand,
that's what we'll do.
Heck, we'll do one better,
we'll give you our lives,
cause we're all in this together,
all with different drives.

So runner quit runnin,
you ain't goin' no-where,
when you're just runnin in place,
we just stop to stare.

Sad. Little. King,
       sitting on his sad little hill,
all the toy soldiers,
practice their silent battle drill.
Sad
       Little
                King
So he tells me, just a poor little boy,
such as myself,
"Enjoy your life, don't wish for power or wealth,
no young lad, not even for yourself."
I remained silent, hoping for more,
only to be shown, the empty open door.
Sad
      Little
               King
He walks on the grassy hill,
that is his own.
But the sad little king, looked around,
and saw...
he's still alone.

Scared and alone
you huddle by yourself,

Scared and alone,
you're left with nothing but the thoughts
of your own head.
A hollow voice
that remains.

A voice that is strangely familiar,
despairingly soothing,
and yet comfortably distressing.

Scared
and alone,
you're left with the problems of your past.
Come back to raise the dead.

A ravenous beast inside,
that has yet to be fed.

Yet in the deepest corners,
of the wondrous mind you have,
you find some peace.
A way to find comfort in the deafening silence,
to quell the noise,
to drown the monster.

To stay the fight. For even just a moment longer.

And for once, even a moment. You're not scared.

But you're still alone.
Thankfully.

So stay. Alone with your thoughts. And find comfort in some sleep.
For tonight we revel in the time together.
What little time we've left to keep.

Ah yes,
the seasons, they change but every few months within a year,
they change quickly, and with haste,
they give us reprieves, and then they give us taste.

They give us sunshine, and rain, and cloudy days, they give us blessings,
even on a bone soaked day.
Sure, come the blizzard, sure come the storm!
We'll build ourselves a fire, to keep nice and warm.

The season they,
the seasons they go.
The flowers, trees, leaves and bushes
...they all know.
What must be done.
Away with the summer,
and in comes the fall.

IN comes fall, the turning of leaves,
nearing the very end,
who are you my lady,
and what tidings do you send?

Will old man winter stir up a storm, impeccable,
inescapable, terrible...
awesome.
Both in its fury
and glory.
It's warm, icy, feeling.
Cools our cheeks,
and nips our nose,
just reminding us,
to wear a few more clothes.

Then away with the old, and in comes the new,
come with the new day, the taste and smell of the beautiful spring dew.
The buds with bloom,
and the smell of spring shall be more than enough,
to fill an entire room.

Bless you.

And welcome to the summer,
it's time to go, but already to late to start,
come the beautiful days,
and the late nights,
welcome to great times,
and memories for the heart.

Welcome to the seasons,
that come and go,
make the most of the time you have now,
how much time you have left to enjoy it,
you'll never know.

So take in every day, of every season indeed,
be proud of the small plant you've grown, because you know,
it came from a once small seed.

I'll keep this brief, short, simple, concise!
There. Now I'm done...wasn't that nice?

You smile, I smile
I say hey, you say the same,
we pick on each other,
we call each other by name,
but we only have minutes if not seconds,
we talk the small talk,
and I cry,
when we both walk.
Away.

We were so close...
So close I could reach over and draw you in,
so close that I could whisper quite words of love, even over the din.

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

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

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

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

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

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

That we were so close, but we ran out of time.
So close m'dear, that how fast it went, would've been a crime.

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

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

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

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

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

Tonight I heard
the voices of angles,
the beats of drums,
and the scats of skits.

Don't know if that made sense or not,
but it's the words I know
and the only words I got.

And together,
these voices like angles
and the beats like drums,
the skats that skits,
they made a harmonizing melody,
and my my heart began to flit!

It was beautiful!
This A Capella sound,
it was wondrous,
this singing that I have found.

These songs,
had no meaning,
as the voices who sang them did,
it made me happy,
young,
vibrant.
Like a kid.

These voices,
need only a moment,
to sing their hearts to their hearts' content,
makes a sinner,
fall to their knees and repent.

Songs of songs,
voices of voices,
they sure help,
when dealing with the noises.

Sparks
make flames
Flames make fire
Fires are just as hot
just as my inner desires.

I'll jump and jive,
leap and dive,
I'll do all that I can,
to keep our hopes and dreams
alive.
Because you're worth so much more than I could ever make
you're the color to my world
in every breath I take.
And when you get angry
you sure work up a storm.
I know your days are long and hard
and all the times outside the norm.
But keep your head held high,
chin up my dear.
You are my superwoman
my only one of every year.

Once a day,
we go to say.
"Hey."
Once upon,
a long long time,
we gave our friend our only dime.
Today we are,
but mere mortals of our sins.
We've corrupted our child,
the one we hide within.

No more, No more!
I say to this day.
No more, no more
I shall take my stand!
I shall join my friends, under the splendid sun,
together, hand in hand.

Together! Together!
Shall be the cry!
No more shall we work just to die.
Now we shall enjoy the finer things in life,
before we have lost it all, to trials and strife.

Child in me, such woe has he.
Let this be no more a plea to you,
then it is a question for forgiveness, only to me.

So let it happen that whatever may come, in fury and storm,
let it be that should it come by words or by stone.
Let it be known, that I will never
ever.
Ever stand alone.

Standing still,
but not alone,
this is the call
a low and eerie tone.

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

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

And nothing will change.

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

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

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

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

Standing Still, but Not alone.
Nothing but grass. And silent stone.

A sticky situation,
a predicament,
a problem,
trouble.

Trouble, trouble,
find them now,
find them in double.

Let it come,
let it go,
it'll be over
before you know.

It's hard right now
this situation we find ourselves in,
we often begin to wonder,
how on earth we are going to win!

But stay the course,
let the show go on,
even after the dark,
there always come the dawn.

So this situation,
though sticky as it maybe,
is like bubble gum,
scrape it off
and be free.

Still winds,
on the dead land,
the air stings,
when you drown in sand.

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

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

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

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

A secret waiting.

To be.
Set.
Free.

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

Comfortable?

SohereIwastalkingtothisgirl
andshewasall"Yeahbrotellthestoryagain­"
buticouldn'tbecause,likeanidiot,iforgotwhatijustsaid
shecalledm­eanidiotwhenitoldherthosewords
andthenshesmiledandlaughedithought­itwaspretty
wellshewasprettybutthatreallydoesn'tmatter
no,wait,ju­stkiddingYEAHitdoes!
Butreallywetalkedandtalkedforhourslikeshedid­n'tmind
wellididn'tmindlisteningtohertalk
andneitherdidsheinthatr­egard
sowetalkedtillthesunwentdown
andthenitookherhome.
itwasgrea­t,butshewantedmore
soinsteadofwalkinghertoherdoor
wewalkedandtalk­ed
andtalked
somemore!
wewentaroundtheblockafewtimes
thenitwaslik­e
twointhemorningsoiREALLYhadtogetherhome
soigotherhomeandshesnuc­kinrealquietlike
itwassadtoseeherdisappear.
but oh well.
I never saw her again.
After she had moved out.

You are part,
of a generation
one that is great, mighty, powerful, strong.
Fearful.
Near the top, the apex, but not yet there,
we've poisoned ourselves, from the ground we stand,
to the much needed air.
If...no, when, we survive our first few years,
just think, it really was worth the first  months of tears.

Now think of the times, we've fallen,
so that we could just stand,
do you remember, the effort it took,
the damning demand?

Now think of the times you've bumped, fallen,
scraped your ****** knee,
how bout that times ran your bike through the yard, up the street,
and forgot to watch where you ran, into that stupid tree.

The times you thought you were invincible,
powerful and mighty,
you knew you were right, though your moods were rather,
flighty.

And now your here, the ranks have become a little thinner,
everyone's competing for something
to be an ultimate winner.
They want to stand on top, just as you have once,
they don't want to die,
because their a dunce.
They think they're smart, or strong, or whatever,
to think it mattered once, only that it never.

You're a survivor,
you have to fight to live,
barbed wires, to picket fences,
you've put up walls, behind more defenses.
So let me tell you something my friend.
As you crawl your way up to the top,
watch where you leap,
or you'll just end up a flop.

You're a survivor,
a light unto the rest,
you're living proof my friend,
that you're able to pass the test.

Show them your mettle,
your battle scars,
show them what your made of,
that there's no limit, not even the stars.
Show them the dents in your tested armor and shields,
show them the power of love and understanding, both of which you wield.

Show them what it's like,
what it's like to fall and fly,
help your comrades up,
tell them.
It's do. Or die.

Because you're a survivor.

Tarry not!
I think not!

For idle time shall cost me more
than just a pretty dime!

There's so much more at stake than
what could ever be realized,
my purpose, my goal,
can not possibly be defined.

My heart is my will,
my will, my resolve,
and it shall not falter nor fall,
nor waver or dissolve!

Another day,
another month,
another year,
I shall not worry,
nor give into fear.

I'll have doubts,
as every man will,
but my faith is strong,
my patience tested,
but patient still.

Time is of the essence,
Time is cruel,
and not on my side,
so I tarry not,
and I shall fight on,
for the trail is still warm,
and the sun still hot.

I must go.
And tarry not,
for the promise I made?

I never forgot.

We've all had that day...
when we've got our first something.
Our first allowance,
pet,
home,
kiss.

Ah what a feeling
the feeling of bliss.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Remember that day.
Do you remember that day?
Don't you wish for it again?
It'll be that day....when?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Friend, wait for me, and I’ll wait for you.
Friend, will you be there, whatever I do?
Friend, you say.
Will you stay?

Lover of my heart, there are no words for me to start.
Lover, I love you so, through happiness and woe.
Lover, I say to you, I say again
Will you be mine to the very end?

Child, sit down and talk to me.
Help me understand what you see.
Child, a perfect parent I’ll accept I am not.
But don’t put yourself away to rot.
Child you are not without mistakes,
Child you must learn if you give, they will take.
Let this lesson, child, always you learn be
Whatever happens, you will always have a family.

The Grass is Greener,
when you see the world
just a little bit clearer.

There it is, sitting out the window,
past the barbed wires,
and picket fences,
penny for your thoughts,
or even six pences?

The grass is green,
while it lives in the garden or out of bed,
out there and in here,
in the lawn or in your head.

Aye indeed,
The Grass is Greener
they say, on the other side instead.

Aye the Grass is so much Greener
while it blankets the dead.

They scamper about, dashing through the shadows
they're in every tree, under each meadow.
They'll never admit, to their shame so large,
about the fear they have, of a power in charge.
So they work through the night, laying waste where they may,
but disappear just as quick, as quick before the break of day.
Mind your footing, and steel your mind,
don't believe the stories, of things that creep behind.

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

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

The hidden shall melt away.
Away in the glorious sunlight.
And at the start of a brand new day,
may we never forget, the struggle...our fight.
Against.
The Hidden.

This is a poem. Of a house on the hill.
No I never lived there. No not even once.
But I've always wondered what'd it be like to be to live
on that house upon the hill.
To sit there on the front porch, and watch the grass grow tall,
just like the children with each coming season;
winter, spring, summer and fall.
Give me some time, that's all I ask.
And I'll get you that house upon the hill,
if that was my final task.
Because for you, I'd build a village, and name it in your honor.
Only if that's your will.
But as for me, I'll be content. To just have you, here with me,
in that house.
That little old house.
Up.
Upon that hill.

Let me tell you a story, of the time I made her smile
I hope you've some time, because, this might take a while.

It all started on a whim and a dare
that I could make it to her
to her, for her, there!

So as a working adult, so responsible am I,
I got my leave approved, with a twinkle in my eye!
Perhaps that's not the right word, but it sure could have been
especially now I've a chance, to score another win.

So days flew by and with what little money to be had
I bought for her gifts and things, and boy my heart was glad!
I said to myself Now she isn't one for fancy things, nothing to pricey especially a ring!
Now before you holler at me, and pitch a fit or drone,
keep in mind, dear friend, that this one I had barely known!

So a few days before the day that she was to graduate from the University of her home,
I set off on the road to a new adventure, my heart so glad to be free to roam.
But along the way I began having doubts, as all strangers do,
what if she doesn't like these gifts?
Even worse, what if she felt uncomfortable, next to a person she barely knew?

See we met overseas, teaching together as it were,
the days were long, but there was still an adventure out there, but now but a blur.
So we've little time to tell each others, our deepest fears and our passions of wants,
but we made time for each other in our smiles and our jaunts.

So back to the road, and it was already too late to turn back now
through the many hours of driving, the sun had truly beaten my brow.
And as came closer to town where she stay
It dawned upon me, I've yet to come with a plan to approach this play.

So being the improviser that I am, bought some (overpriced) flowers
and delivered it to her house that day.
Unfortunately, it was, cold, raining, and miserable all the more,
what else that was slightly embarrassing was that she did not answer her door.

Of course, I never told her I would be coming down at all,
I simply decided to go to her town, without so much as a call!
So I laid the bouquet of assorted colored flowers down
on a pillow soft and plush on the front porch to the door, and proceeded back to town.

FAST FORWARDING

The next day had come, I am slightly concerned if I smell of my night in my car
but waste no time getting properly dressed for the occasion,
I of course triple check myself, because, this was her graduation!

FAST FORWARDING
The ceremony had commenced! And I spot her from the far side of the stadium!
My, what a sight she was, if only the others could have seen her then...

She finally stands in line, as the many predecessors has done before
and soon enough, she's walking across the stage floor!

Her family and friends, scream and cry their delight!
And I give a long awaited bellow of satisfaction, much to the crowd's unpleasant fright.
Congratulations are then tossed around, like the caps which were far flung
and off I was in a dash, from the bottom rung.

I could not find her initially,
but never fear, and not to worry.
God and his sense of timing and humor,
led me right back to her.

I drove back to her house, thinking I'll lay the gift and disappear
but it would not be so, as I pull up and with her back turned
I see her.

I pull up, like it was just another day
and like the dork I am, here is what I say
"Hey little lady, going some where?"

The look on her face was priceless. Beyond all compare!
Moments like those are what I live for, just to be there.

She turned around astounded! Confused but happy all the same
and then I heard it, the one thing that made it worth it
when she cried out my name.

I parked the car, but not fast enough and burst through my door to meet her once more, on the parking lot floor.
A moment seared forever, the back burners of my mind
of moment to be remembered, because we don't leave friends behind.

So the day went on, and we celebrated together on her victory
and it was all worth it, just to see her happy.

These are the moments I live for.