We love them
like we know them,
like each camouflaged
back pack wearing person
is a mother, daughter,
father, brother,
sister or simple son.

We love them like
they are war heroes,
returning champions
from the greatest
Super Bowl ever.

We love them
like a steak
overheated,
tenderized,
walking till
their bodies cry.

We love them
like they are sheep
bleating from the beating
of bullets, bombs
and lack of sleep,
pushing on
in the long walk.
Till, fatigue takes
every smile and
daydream they ever had.

We love them
Like gods loved
their sacrifices;
Young men,
virgins to life,
slaughtered and worshipped
then denied
the decency
all sentient beings deserve.

We love them
Like they are
chess pieces;
Place women
and men
on the battlements
for the expansion of
capitalistic gains
that wears the guise
Of democracy.
What hypocrisy!

We love them
like we hate them
because they believed
enough to bleed.
While old men lie,
children lie in graves
six feet deep
to many columns wide
and to many rows long.
Even if they come home
they really don’t.

I wish I could sleep in bed all day and dream,
That's the only possible way we can hold hands in the moonlight
And the only way I can love you fully

Silence in which our hearts and wounds heal,
Silence in which thieves are afraid to steal

I promise that you will never be out of my mind,
I promise that I will always think about you,
I promise when you need me, I will be everywhere for
you to find me, I promise that I will never stop loving you

My dreams are always about you,
Either you talking to me or about me,
My dreams are about you dancing with me at prom
and kissing on me, loving on me, and even giving me
a few love bites. . .

The sky is crying,
While the sun and the moon
are are arguing and fighting,
The thunder is screaming,
and the lightning was steamy. . .

I wish to go to prom with you
I wish to be close to you
I wish to be yours forever
I wish to make you dinner
I wish you could massage my sore back
I wish I could sing to you
I wish you could hug me tight

Tell mama,
I'll be alright,
I'll do my best,
Keep my eye on the prize,

Tell mama,
I'll never let go,
Even when no one is there,
I'll do it on my own,

Tell mama,
I still dream the dream,
I won't let anything
come in between,

Tell mama,
To be proud and happy as she can be,
Tell mama,
I still got some fight in me,

Thank you Joyce for handing me a blank notebook and suggesting that I do something creative with it. This is the first poem I wrote for my upcoming book. Short but sweet.

“Love is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own.” H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Periwinkle tears decorate her face
The moment of this fountain leaves no doubt to its source
Joy springs like a river onto the plain of her cheeks
He watches them cascade down over her lips
He kisses and nibbles at the tender drops
His eyes moisten over and he issues a smile
He is happy they are together again
Her heart is a beacon that serenity brings