I am an American.
Proud to be called one.
When the flag goes by
Chills still creep over me.
Even after seventy plus years.

Many have died
Defending her name.
Defending the rights
Given by The Bill of Rights.
Freedom is definitely not free.

I ask my grandson when he was four
"What does that flag
hanging on the wall mean?"
He replied "Freedom".

Many have died
When stupid politicians
Ran the wars against us
Not the Generals who had the knowledge.

Eight years ago I remember clearly
someone we all know say;
"For the first time in my life
I am really proud of my country. "
Very disturbing words
I shall never forget.

Let us honor those who
have gone on before us.
Let us never forget
what we have and still stand for.
Let us stand and be counted.

For Freedom. Liberty. And much more.

My heart is heavy as we sit idlely by
watching all slip down the drain.

Words were frozen , bodies were were shaken
that night.
Words were spoken, none were taken in my
conscious mind,

the taste of tongue tempted and tingled my ego from the start
twisted tales we told formed tangents limiting my heart.

The heart, my heart is ductile when frozen by those words
my lips were stable, my brain and heart was in distinctive worlds.

Silent sounds were septic so were swimming thoughts that time
silver words were sold and my swelling heart was just a dime.

Speak to me with eyes
I'll listen with my lips .
Do not say a word because
your presence was the gift

Close your eyes
And watch the back of your eyelids
Open your mouth
And just for a while
Let cool air mix with the warmth
At the back of your throat
Rest your legs and let the blood flow up and down
Until your feet are completely rested
Relax your shoulders
Let the tensions of the day
Slip away as easily as water
Flowing down a mountain stream
Rest your fingers on your lap
And let the finger tips tingle with energy
Remember you are whole
One beautiful being
Let your mind wander
Wherever it wants to take you
Let go of the rudder and allow yourself to float
Down the river of your subconscious
Enjoy your nakedness
It is yours to enjoy
Be close to the air and let it soak you
Warm water will bathe your back
And all pain will float away
Like balloons in the breeze
Now listen to your heart
It is beating within you
Showing you the way
Love yourself
Give love freely to yourself
And prepare your heart
For the future

in the house of parliment many years ago

guy fawkes  had a plot the house was going to blow

he stored up his dynamite in the cellar down below

till the time was right and it was time to go.


but guy Fawkes he got caught before the time was due

the houses of the parliament were never ever blew

now we celebrate this part of history

with fireworks and fires this ancient mystery.


when November comes and fireworks burn bright

the time we all remember what happened on that night.

I feel so horrible
the pain is just so irresistible
like Clair Huxtable

I can't think
i want to eat and drink
but i'm afraid it wont sink

I was told
i was found drunk and cold
dying and yet i'm not even old

Choking on my own puke
the beer hit me like a nuke
my survival was a fluke

I thought i wanted to die
but i'm so happy i'm alive
time to throw the beer outside

Some are blue with hits,
Some are dumped in *****,
Some where there is black-white conflicts,
Some are breaking the wall of heart brick by bricks...
No remedy to cease it,
Because zilch can be it,
Nothing makes everything in it...
Let us watch my brother's and sister's,
It is a film to cry, a saga which is not parable as History,
Because there is no one who will give their today for our tomorrow........