Shall we all stand idly by as our country erodes
watching day to day as our freedom wanes
and our precious republic fades to nothing?
Have none the courage or foresight to care or fight?
Shall we sit back in idle content
as shackles are slowly forged around our ankles?
I say not!  I say that this thing that we have,
this unique experiment called freedom,
is too great a thing to perish.
We are a nation of kings;
Every man born to rule what he can.
We, America, took the sovereignty of the monarchs
and then set their crowns upon the head of every citizen.
Shall we now give that crown back?
Shall we cede the freedom paid for in the blood of our ancestors?
I say not!
I say let the battle be enjoined!
Let the forces that work against us,
against freedom and liberty,
meet us on those bloodstained fields of freedom;
For we will fight and in this fight prevail.
Let us march towards those fields now,
with honor
for the  many who  have fallen there before us.
Let us take this sacred duty,
the protection of the freedom of all men,
and march toward our destiny.
We are all the new sons of liberty.

It is in man to hope
and aspire in life

But what is hope without freedom?
How to reach and dream
When ones hopes and very destiny are
controlled by tyrants?

That breath of freedom
breathed into us at birth
and pressed from our chest
at death abides in us all.

There are those among us
who will let that gift
be suppressed and quelled,
fearful and timid; Life being
more precious than all.

Then there are those who
will say no at all cost;
Freedom at any cost!

They will cast off the shackles
that were slowly forged on them

Leave behind, the grey, secure,
concrete walls of peace

and march towards the green
meadows of freedom

She moves through the darkness

Alive yet dead

In sheeted glory she breathes without life

Bleeding without battle, she fights

I wait and wait

I hope

It is a battle I cannot fight

My skills cannot persevere

Though sword and knife

Are easy to my hand

I wait

I trust the skill of another

Who's knife gives life

I hope that she can fight

She is all that I have

I wait

You unleashed the fury
To rain down on you
****** and savage
Fire death and hell
But her hands of love
Fluttered down like angels
To save you
Her wings
Wrapping softly around me
Her whisper became
The wind in my ear
Calling me with her love
And I forgot for one moment
Who you were
Who I was
And who can shoot
The wings off an angel,
anyway?

I want to ride on our river
Peaceful and calm
We've carved our canyons
Our torrents gone
The earth once moved before us
Our waters swelled by storms
But now I want the quiet beauty
The rolling river that runs between
The mountains and the high blue sky
The quiet waters of our river
That you and I can ride

Hollow, haunted, hurting eyes staring at
the ceiling.
Cold, hard, white tile floor a pillow
for my head.
Last gasping, grasping tendrils of reason
slipping from my brain.
Oh the bite of bitter steel; sweet and
welcome pain.
An outstretched palm, ungrasping fingers,
nerve and tendon showing.
A smile of peace, a sob of despair;
blood is thickly flowing.
I close my eyes and now I see that this
is childhoods end; Wasted lives, broken
people and shattered dreams that never mend.

A cry floats on the gentle breeze.

A sound of laughter, A sound of joy.

A child running carelessly through a

flower strewn meadow, petals in her hand,

light in her eyes and a smile on her

sweet lips...

The cool wind dies.

Silence reigns again.

Nothing stirs the air.

Stillness settles in.

My old friend despair returns.