The time spent
Watching your blood
Pump
Through the veins
In your eyelids
As the wind rattles
The windows
And you sink into
A comfortable sleep

Sometimes we try too hard,
Sometimes not hard enough.
Its difficult to find the air of
Effortless perfection that
We wordsmiths hold so dear.

Two peices,
Curved edges,
Sharp corners,
Yet when lined up,
The connection is visible.
Two people,
So different,
Yet the same,
And we just clicked.

They say each breath is a gift
Even while inhaling the fumes
Of a world in agony.
That every life is sacred
As millions of children die
Without the sustenance they require.
And that all will come in time
As they tap their feet and angrily watch their clocks waiting for the deadline.

In a sea of sand
A single grain
Holds the
Weight of a star
They interact
Shifting and sifting
In rippling waves
Edge to edge
If one grain
Were to vanish
The shape of
The wave would change
The edges would fold
And the sea would collapse

The moment
You first open
A bottle of
Good bourbon

They say the first days,
The younger days,
Are pure and sweet.
And the hours spent
Playing war
Are nothing more than
Childish visions of glory.
They do not point toward
A lust for blood
Or an embrace with pain.
But the game kept going,
And we kept marching in place.
They took away my swing set
And replaced it with a cannon.
The things I wanted to see
Are now things
I never wish to again.
Never show emotion.
Never show pain.
The only easy day
was yesterday.
You're a warrior,
Warriors don't cry.
You're a soldier,
So act like it.