Medals of honor
Of allegiance and pride
Fought for, or earned
A recognition of lives
Of performers, performing
Their duty, through pain
To be adorned and admired
For goals achieved and attained
Through hardships, struggles, and toil
They still produced change
When they could’ve stood idle
Dormant and tame
But the lion inside them
Was ferocious, and roared
It demanded attention
It would not be ignored
The renegades, the heroes
The legends, the lore
A celebration of people
Who went beyond, and did more

With our backs turned to the waves
Tanning on a sun filled day
We adhere to what the body craves
And reap rewards, within restrains
Sounds of seagulls
Crashing waves
Pose for pictures
Snap away
To replay
The memories made
That we’d never wish to trade

Many questions remain unanswered
Of what little still is known
About the theories and conspiracies
Of the house of wood and stone
What all did transpire there?
Were the stories heard, all true?
Could evil still be lurking by?
And could this happen to you?

A glance, a look
Was all it took
So many years ago
And to this day
Your vibe; Feng shui
Turns baby blue
My darkest gray
I’m in blissful awe
The love’s still raw
When I look upon your face
I see our lives
As intertwined
Which can’t be copied or replaced
You fill my needs
Through your good deeds
I’ll never waiver or compare
You’re my moon and sun
My whole universe in one
And I cherish every second that we share

I rise from where I slept
Morning breakfast’s prepped
Lighthearted conversation
Not too heavy or in-depth
Coffee and a biscuit
Or a scone to set the tone
Maybe, a spot of tea
To put our minds at ease
And discuss the coming day
How to do it, and in what way

I see open fields, and sun drenched skies
All hellos, and no goodbyes
A back and forth, with wise replies
A good time spent with alibis

Hearing melodies, that soothe the soul
We lose ourselves, and in a sense, control
Of our bodies movements
From high to low
Being free, and letting go
All while feeling, I’ve found my home

Wrapped in safety, immune from harm
A goodnight kiss, with warmth, and charm
I’ve been relinquished, rendered, deprived, disarmed
Found my inner peace, before I buy the farm

My anguish spills onto the canvas
The expressions, I try to convey
They’re projected, using multiple methods
A visual representation, put forth, on display
What I create, it speaks to my vision
My understanding, in tangible proof
It might produce, more questions than answers
But there’s a fine line, between fiction and truth