Long Live Sanity

Wrought Through Ale

And Tennessee Whiskey.

It’s like something you can’t explain.

It’s like the music of the rain.

A foreshadowing patter of bliss;

       desiring a long awaited kiss.

Ceiling fans spinning at their highest setting,

Leaves us questioning our roots;

                                                  our beginnings.

Church steeples arise o’er yonder plains,

     Like a little slice of heaven we use to keep sane.

Growing worlds of fervor and haste,

   Leads to long lost loves gone to waste.

The sights, the sounds,

                        the tastes, the smells,

           Provide insight to our social wells.

Laughing churns a mothers heart

               where humble souls make their start.

Glance to me incessantly,

As I become ripe and savory.

I caught Your heart in

The middle of the dark like

It was looking for

Someone to come hold it tight.

Don’t worry, my arm’s are strong.

-

I caught Your eyes in

A moment of fright, as if

They had lost sight of

Someone they loved. It’s okay

To not look away from Love.

-

Very few people

Know the words I need now to

Tell You that I Love

You. Always and forever

I’ll be standing here for You.

Why are my,
eyes,
        Always,
In the sky?
    The Clouds, they
move,
    in such a,
        Calming,
plume.
        The Birds,
Sing,
   to such a joyous,
    tune.


Such as I travel the Clouds with my eyes

You’re the only thing on

                            my love-Struck mind.

Why are my,
eyes,
        Always,
In the sky?
    The Clouds, they
move,
    in such a,
        Calming,
plume.
        The Birds,
Sing,
   to such a joyous,
    tune.


Such as I travel the Clouds with my eyes

You’re the only thing on

                            my love-Struck mind.

An average guy,
Twenty-two years old,
Whose life is just                        a picture show.
Cliché acting
And Predictable drama,
This boy’s life
Is a rewound product.
Slave by trade;
Free Spirit by desire.
He holds his head high,
In search of his destiny.
Yet, deep down,
He’s just a common typist
Who spills his emotions
On the page of Sadness.
Good God!
Won’t somebody save him!

There’s sweat on my lips;

Her hands are around my neck.

Our lips touch softly,

And she laughs and pauses:

“You taste different,” She says.

-

It is hot outside;

Almost as hot as it’s getting

In this apartment.

Yes, there is sweat on my lips…

That comes with a Texas kiss.

The                 in           my head

         words      

Are like an un———wanted train

Wreck.              Chaoticly

Disturbing all of       my

                                       peace.

It’s

             beautifullyinsane.

I wish I was still read; ink bleeding through the pages

its colour

                                                                                      blood red.

I am no longer relevant,

my thoughts weeping out meaningless words;

                           the forgotten vapors of my very soul

       evaporating out there in the world

                                                                                       alone.

I was once a writer

                                STRONG and Bold

but now I just attempt…

                                                                       Merely Attempt

to type out the words I once knew very well.

        The pillars supporting my entire existence.

I miss my words.

I miss my passion.

          I’ve given away a gift for a life others want me to live.

I used to be a writer a long time ago.

I wish to return my soul to its kingdom.

I wish to give my heart the blood it created.

Apply your heat,

And compromise the integrity of my being;

I’m nothing more than a steel frame standing.

I’ll crumble at your slightest touch;

                               You’re the Kryptonite

                            for this Clark Kent.

I stood majestic,

                                     once upon a time,

      Yet you learned how to ****** me—

                                      entangling me in your beauty—

and brought me to my knees.

It was then that I found out that I was not invincible after all.

                   It was then that I learned of my “achilles heel”…

You, lovely Lady,

              are my only weakness.

Shoo! Shoo!

Cried the old lady in the boot,

as she chased the children

              from her sole.

While this humorous situation ensues,

      Humpty-Dumpty watches from his perch

a-top the King’s great wall,

               entirely unaware of his seemingly pre-destined fall.

It’s a shame that we never look far enough forward,

     to understand why we are breaking our backs;

well, if you don’t factor in the children who might be stepping on the cracks.

-

In another land of far away,

                the clouds rolled in and threatened the village with rain.

The itsy, bitsy spider was out of luck,

                           for his swimming lessons weren’t until the following week.

I guess Mother Nature just couldn’t control her urge to purge

         the dying earth with her liquid scourge.

-

Well I know that I’m not a Grimm sibling,

          and Mother Goose isn’t on my menu,

but looking back on these childish yarns,

it’s tempting to say that fairy tales

                aren’t really all that tall.

Maybe what our society needs,

        is a reflection on the stories we used to believe.

Here, above the clouds,

I drift between reality

And dream, but even

Though you’re not here, I can still

Feel you floating through my clouds

                      gently consuming my atmosphere.

There I sit,
On my beautiful Nel,
The big girl that always lights my world.
A Russian Don by blood,
But she’s a Texas cutter to me.
Here we sit,
Watching this wonderful West Texas sunset.
She grazes on some prairie grass;
I chew on a cat-tail.
I wish we could have ridden,
With Jesse and Bill,
And become legends,
Here in these hills.
The canyons would echo our youthful cries,
Of excitement and joy,
While we just ride, run, Live.
Maybe in those days,
Nel could have run in the pastures,
of an old Texas myth,
and I could have wrassled some cows,
to earn the spurs of my grand-father’s,
father.
If we were on the trail,
Drivin’ some Angus and Belgian Blues,
Up north to Kansas City,
And maybe one night,
The boys and I could sit around the fire,
And stare up at the stars,
Wondering which stellar painting,
Looked most like our horse.
I want the times,
When Grand-dad and Nana Ma,
Would sit on their porch,
And gently swing another night away,
Like they had done,
For the last 50 years.
Nel would be my company;
My loyal bride;
While I rode south towards San-Anton’.
And we would meet up with,
Travis and Bowie,
To fight Santa Anna,
As he rushed the ol’ palisade,
Of the mission where I would die.
The Bexar province would weep for we few,
Who stood for the ideals of a noble, new nation.
Yet,
All ideals eventually come and go.

Well, me and Nel,
We ain’t never seen a cattle drive.
We ain’t ever been outside this here pasture.
So our dreams remain dreams,
And our hope remains void.
My Cowboy Dreams,
And her beautiful mane,
Grow faint and grey,
Every Single Day.

The sun falls beneath the horizon,

Emitting its last few rays

                         before the moon takes its turn

bringing light to a darkening world.

The light peaking through my curtains is faint and fading.

I can’t help but feel forgotten in this lonely room.

I just want to be with you;

                       I need you like a full moon,

         guiding my eyes during a gloomy night.

I hate feeling this distance,

                                  when conversation is met with resistance.

Yet,

        I’m left alone with my thoughts,

                                                            wanting more than ever

Your Love.

I just want to know I’m on your mind.

I just want to know you’re fine.

I just need to feel your desire.

I need to feel your smile beaming these hundreds of miles between us.

                      It’s no use being mad when we’re apart.

               Why is there always such resistance in our tone.

         When one tries to laugh,

                                            the other sits in silence.

It’s time this is placed beside us.

We can’t change where we are,

So why do we continue to make it so hard.

Love spans all distances, times, and generations…

                                          So then,

                                     why are we so quick to displace it?

I Love You Now

      As I Will Always.

Don’t Ever Feel Forgotten

           or that I’ve left you in the dark…

                                          you’re the only person I can think about;

                                           you’re the only Light in my Heart.

Calligraphic curvatures

***** into the undertones

Of changes we opposed;

Leaving us floundering amidst

The dreams of a falling star’s

Last kiss.

World of War

We are;

Tolerant of the evils in our mist

And willing to receive death

In return for bliss.

The Colossus comes

And casts its shadow across our world,

Yet we stand before it and watch our demise approach us,

                                like a modern ***** and Gomorrah.

Dear Friend,

        If we continue to misplace our freedoms

        Then it is a certainty that we are just digging our own graves.

Hold him close to you;

Let his quiet breath rain on you.

Know that he is not

Going to leave anytime

Soon…He still has to kiss you.

-

Squeeze her tight tonight;

She just wants to be held now.

Don’t let her leave yet,

because the time isn’t right, and

make sure you kiss her softly.

I will swiftly rapture

All ye who are restless from

the nightmares and fiends

That consume your joy in a robe

Of misery and angst.

-

Bring me the souls of

Men who lie awake in fear

Of the silence brought

With the onset of sleep; O!

I am the catcher of dreams.

To the ground I fall,
        Push
The sweat drips from my brow,
        Push
In cadence We,
        Push
        Gasp
        *****
He stops his pacing,
        Push?
In front of me,
        Push?
PRIvate! YOU HAVE seVERELY KAGGED UP!
    Yeah,     Push…
YOU BETTER FIX YOURself REAL QUICK!
        Push
DO YOU WANT TO BE A SOLDIER PRIvate?!?
        Hooah Sergeant!
THEN SHOW ME YOU WANT IT!
        HOOAH Sergeant!
MOTIVATE ME PRIVATE!
        HOOAH SERGEANT!
That’s what I like to hear PRIvate,
        Push

This is our anthem,
        Push
But through this we become,
        Push
Orwell’s “rough men”,
        Defend
The Drill Sergeant is a temporary devil,    
        Patriots Will
A life-long teacher,
        Forever
That demands Perfection,
        These Colors
To make us Stronger,
        Hooah
Patriots Will Defend These Colors Forever,
        Push

Fame was my name years ago.

Now I’m a white dwarf

              in this youthful universe

        and my smile is long forgotten.

I remember the days of Colvin and his Wilt.

                     There was also Cindy the **** German,

               and of course Jerry and Apeksha…

                                           and how close we were!

The Filipinos were my favorites; so nice and kind.

      I still talk to Greta, and I’m thankful for this.

A Working Poet has been around to see my world in both darkness and sunlight.

However, I remember Bliss Like This,

          as well as Aaron, and the Airships;

                                         my first follows and followers.

                            There was a new face every day

                        and friends were made instantaneously.

        Over one thousand fans immersed in my words on a daily basis…

Now a handful at best read my withering stanzas.

I’m a rotting apple

                                          on a dwarf planet.

Like Pluto,

                    I was once loved by many,

            but then they chose to forget me.

The sudden, brief fall

Of the apple to the Earth

Leaves dear Isaac in

A state of understanding.

Yet, I’m left in a free-fall…

                                                because Gravity

                                                can’t pull me down

                                                when I’m with

                                                you, Babe.

Ripped to shreds;

I just want to tear it all to pieces.

Get lost in a lustful rage

        that consumes the mind,

   and transforms the face into something more ominous.

Give me a sword,

     so I can swing away.

Give me a fist,

     so I can punch out the pain.

                             I’m just ready for a new day…

                      I’m just ready for a chance to breathe.

This is a good life we have,

You and Me,

Let’s make the most of it

While we can still breathe.

It’s not about glitz, glam, or fame.

It is about those moments

You wish you could frame.

Cuddling during a movie,

Skinny dipping in a jacuzzi,

Girl we’ll make this life last

As long as we need

                         to enjoy ourselves

                                    and be free.

You and Me,

         ya see…we’re kinda in Love,

             And we’ll run this life through

Until our story is done.

But don’t fret my dear,

When that time comes,

Because we’ll have lived without fear,

And say at the end,

             We had fun,

And loved each other

For as long as anyone could remember…

                                                                and then some.

Rock Stock the Engine Block

      Let’s Get Swingin’

                    ‘Cuz When the Moon Starts Sinkin’

We’ll Be Lettin’ Our Hips Roll All Night Long.

We’re all greased up

Like the T-Birds under a T-Bird,

            so let’***** these lights, Baby,

       and rev our engines tonight.

We’ll roll around town

                 with our rock n’ roll blaring

       and maybe later

                             we’ll catch each other staring.

Let me have a peek at what’s under the hood, Miss Pink Lady.

Dying to cruise down Thunder Road

                    let’s let our guards down

                              and see where this goes.

Rock Stock the Engine Block

      Let’s Get Swingin’

                    ‘Cuz When the Moon Starts Sinkin’

We’ll Be Lettin’ Our Hips Roll All Night Long.

The first few rays of the sun,

         greet me as I rise with the dawn.

I crawl out of bed

                    and put on my fatigues,

wishing I could get more sleep.

     I look at you curled up

     under the warm covers on the bed,

            and wish last night had never come to an end.

Yet,

        I have to leave you now,

                   alone under those covers.

I walk over to your side before I leave,

   and slowly,

                                             silently

   plant a kiss on your cheek.

You barely crack open your eyes,

            flash a sleepy smile up at me,

     wrap your arms around my neck,

                and say “good morning, baby.”

I sit there,

      staring into your eyes,

      wishing I could stay just five minutes more.

Finally I stand up,

               lean over

and give you one last kiss,

        placing my lips next to your ear,

and softly whisper, “I love you, dear.”

You just smile,

   and look back at me,

   saying “I love you too, baby.”

I walk to the door,

      give you one last smile,

and leave for the world outside of

                         our happy, little life.

As I go about my day,

not everything will go my way.

Some things will seem unbearable,

        while others extremely annoying.

Yet,

     you’re the only thing on my mind,

and I’ll smile as I endure the stresses of

                         my happy, little life.

Chest.

Her head rests on my chest,

As we continue to look through these pictures

And remember times that have passed.

Hand.

Her hand fits perfectly in mine,

And I have to force myself to let go,

When it comes time for her to drive home.

Real.

This is all real,

And I just can’t believe

That I’m so lucky to be

With a girl like Her.

Sleep.

Now I go to sleep,

But I know she’ll be wandering

Throughout all of my dreams;

And this encourages me,

Because I know she’ll be keeping me company,

As I venture into worlds

Where I once wandered alone.

She is my Love.

Both pure and true,

She embodies all that I

       Strive to be.

Quite literally,

       She is my better half.

Her gentle face,

             and shining smile,

physically project the meanings of Grace,

and Love,

              for the world to see.

Yet, even when the world needs a reminder

                    on the definition of Humanity

and look to her for her natural vocabulary,

I still like to tuck away a little piece of her

              that I keep solely just for me…

                                     a little piece of her that the world can never take from me.

I desire to be undesirable;

Relative to that raw feeling you get,

When you’re home alone,

And all the lights are out.

I want you to be cautious when you turn,

The corners of my words.

I want you to feel anxious—

As if something were sneaking up on you.

You’ll lock your doors as you delve into me,

Too afraid of what could be at your doorstep.

I am the monster in your closet;

The darkness that surrounds you.

My words will devour your brain,

            Slowly,

                  Methodically, and

Without haste.

I am Lost in wonderfully chaotic city streets.

This heart bleeds for constant wandering.

Yet, Home is where the Heart is

And Life is the predecessor to Death.

Must I live in a tangible world

           and only vaguely experience the life

        of a travelling knight

Who desires more than anything

                           to explore the globe

                       with his Lady Love

                                              at his side?

I wish to travel to worlds unknown;

                       cities

          towns

                                                farms

     oceans

                                    pubs

                     Both sacred and secret.

Secret from the eyes that surround me.

           Sacred to those persons I wish to meet and know.

I’m the kind of guy who tries to fly on broken wings.

I’m that sort of guy who is so stubborn,

           that I’ll keep trying to breathe,

       even when the oxygen is gone.

It’s not about comfort,

         and it is definitely not about luxury.

It’s about trying your hardest,

                 and persevering through the pain,

                             even when the pain seems overwhelming.

I was once impressionable,

     but now I’m just a skeptic,

            who’s out to fight the critics

            and prove that I’m not dead yet.

Yet, maybe I’m just an idealist;

                   a naive warrior

          for causes I never really understood.

But that won’t stop me—

       I’ll strive for victory,

      though I know victory is uncertain.

I’ll fight for sanity,

      since it seems sanity is uncertain as well.

I’m not a tamed beast to be trapped inside a cage,

Nor am I a hopeless soul

         treading water to stay afloat.

I am strong.

     I am steady.

And occasionally,

           I am lovely.

I solidify all that is true.

I Am Prestige: The Warrior Deep Within You.

I was writing you a letter

a letter with my confession

My confession

of unruly decision

but then my hand froze

and my body trembled

and my neck

twisted

           Left,

                       Right,

           Left,

                       Right,

           Left,

                       Right,

****.



My body collapsed to the floor

like the Titanic capsized

in that frozen ocean;

like the Lusitania was drowned

by the torpedo’s bite.



There I lie

staring into nothing

because nothing stares at me.

and there I let my mind creep

into the vast expanse of death

where the demons claw away

but I can only speak when I bleed.



Mutilated I hang

waiting for the moment

when I am pulled from this hellish nightmare;

the moment when I take refuge

in the sweat-soaked bed sheets

that surround me.



Yet,

That moment never comes.

I continue to hang,

speaking when I bleed.

The tree holds me,

while I reap the consequences,

of my foolish escape.

Fame was my name years ago.

Now I’m a white dwarf

              in this youthful universe

        and my smile is long forgotten.

I remember the days of Colvin and his Wilt.

                     There was also Cindy the **** German,

               and of course Jerry and Apeksha…

                                           and how close we were!

The Filipinos were my favorites; so nice and kind.

      I still talk to Greta, and I’m thankful for this.

A Working Poet has been around to see my world in both darkness and sunlight.

However, I remember Bliss Like This,

          as well as Aaron, and the Airships;

                                         my first follows and followers.

                            There was a new face every day

                        and friends were made instantaneously.

        Over one thousand fans immersed in my words on a daily basis…

Now a handful at best read my withering stanzas.

I’m a rotting apple

                                          on a dwarf planet.

Like Pluto,

                    I was once loved by many,

            but then they chose to forget me.

I just want to hear those words,
            roll off your tongue,
     push through your lips,
and plant their roots in my heart.
I just want your hand,
          to be tucked away in mine,
       while the world keeps spinning,
                  around us.
I just want your lips,
     to make contact with mine.
I just want,
I just want to,
I just want to know,
that You
                    Love Me.

Casually caressing
the comedy of life
A child knows not
tragedy’s strife.
There is always another dream
toy        or friend
for their fetal-esteem.
They spell their grammar
with candy and curiosity
while maintaining a history
in smile and laughter.
The heroism of Joe
        the G.I.
and the beauty of a Barbie
are created impulsively and
fueled by imagination and apple juice.

A bike is not
a means of transportation
but rather
meant to be raced and jumped.
******-Doo
and the ****** Tunes should
rule Saturday mornings
from their throne in the tube.
Monkey bars and playgrounds,
are not merely a facility
to upkeep physical activity.
Instead
it is a kingdom of escape
engineered by make-believe
funded by risk-taking
and motivated by the
eradication of the cootie-plagued
and ****** pickers.

Where did time go,
when these bones grew old
this brain grew dull
and these hands lost their callus?

The world is cruel
for the elder mind.
Yet, for our youthful kin,
Society does not exist
in coloring books
and world peace is only found
in imagination and apple juice.

There’s something in the air today

That makes me want to wash away

Onto shores of worlds that I’ll never see

And lands that are wrought in mystery.

It’s something I can’t easily explain,

Even if my thoughts were worth a grain

Of rye…

                 I’d rather die

Than let you slip away

Because I lost my grip on this rainy day

And it’s unbearable to think

That I’d actually have to think

About why you’re no longer here;

Don’t leave me, Dear.

Wallowing Willows wishfully

Consume the thoughts of misery

                  and transport us to nebulae

            located deep in the void that we call “Space,”

But is it really space we need,

Or just some time to pray and think

            about the lives we all want to lead

       or the loves we all think we need?

I’m not so fast

                                                               but that’s in the past

          nor am I slow

But I think it’s time you ought to know

     that I wasn’t left for dead,

yet rather they just laid me to bed

                         where dreams can bask in my sleep

          and pretend humans aren’t just sheeps.

Now shuffle,

            don’t struggle,

        Let life be instant and fulfilling

and don’t forget to eat your veggies.

Let me take these impenetrable arms

And wrap them around you tonight;

I’ll protect you until it is all right.

Let me take these rough lips

And press them against yours, Honey,

So that you might smooth them out.

Don’t let me go off to war,

Without you in my heart.

Don’t let me fly away,

Without knowing your love for me.

-

I’m not just another pair of blue eyes,

and I sure as hell ain’t just another standardized guy.

Baby, when they send me to foreign lands,

Just don’t forget that I’m your man.

The weight of the world will bear down upon you

The burdens of your actions, and leave you with scars

That will last a lifetime.

Yet, deep within humanity lies the determination

To do what’s right and remain hopeful of tomorrow’s

Blessings, which we believe are as real as the pain we suffer through today.

Never fear the unknown, for it will never be as challenging

                                            as those things you understand, but still remain fearful of.

Nothing is as terrible

                 as the things we continuously let restrain us from our full potential.

If You can accomplish one thing in your life,

          it should be the daily courage of accepting the unknown future before you

     without hesitation or regret for the decisions you will make.

Inaction is not a synonym for action,

    and thus cannot be an acceptable answer for how one should Live their Life.

I value

That I have You,

My Darling.

On cold nights,

When the covers aren’t enough,

It’s your warmth that saves me.

I look up to the sky

And imagine our flight

amongst the Cumulonimbus

Giants.

The adventure we lead

Is the life that lives

        deep within us.

Your Love keeps me strong.

Your Laugh is the song,

That I play on repeat

                                                              in my mind.

So hold me close now,

Baby,

And let the moon

                          guide our feet

                                                 across the dance floor

of Life.

Love,

I           got             this                feelin’

    deep         down          within               Me.

I just want to love you;

        to be there everyday to hold you in my arms.

I want to wake you up with a kiss.

I want to stare into your eyes before you go to sleep.

I want your smile to consume my mind’s eye.

               Though this body is tired,

                       I find strength in your joy

and courage in your faith.

I just want to love you, Baby.

             You’re everything I want.

                             You’re the only thing I need.

I want to feel that again.

I want that desire to intertwine words;

To create meaning from spontaneous emotion.

I want to express my love again.

                   I just want her to hear my heart.

I crave the inspiration.

     I want to feast on the words I used to know.

I miss my insomnia;

                     I miss those nights when it was just me

                                       and those words

               exploring the deepest depths of my mind.

I miss the music coursing through my ears,

              as I sought to explain the image

      of a cloud I had fallen in love with that day.

I miss it.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Heart beating fast;

Breathes leaving rapidly;

Thoughts racing;

Hands Trembling—

My instincts are reacting

To the moments we’re living

With you over there,

And Me right here.

I’m not under fire,

And these aren’t bullets

tearing through me,

But Baby, you’re ambushing

My feelings—my ****** instincts—

And it’s not even your fault.

I can’t help that my conscience,

nor my awareness of our world,

Isn’t my most attractive quality,

But I just want to know you’re safe, Honey;

I just want to keep you safe, Darling.

It’s my job to see every angle,

And I’ve been trained to see Danger’s

Cold, Unexpected Grasp.

But, above all these uncertainties

And protective feelings,

I trust how smart you are,

And I know you’ll stay out of harm’s way.

But I’ll keep praying…just as I always do.

These words you read

Resemble the lives we lead

And how desperately we try to be

complex and perfect human beings;

              however, humans we are indeed

              and we’ll all eventually bleed.

              So go forth and live your life

              Find an adventure

              And live without strife.

Don’t fear tomorrow,

    Just enjoy today,

          And nothing will ever stand in your way.

Hey baby, you’re doing great,

Just take it one step at a time

               and let your body sway.

No need to worry about tomorrow

Let’s just live life today,

               I promise it’ll all be okay.

Let’s Love the Life We Live

    and Learn How to Soar Above Our World.

Crushed is my soul; the world is collapsing.

Forgotten is my song; my muse has died.

Lost is my passion; my pen has no ink.

Longing is my heart; I need something good.

                      I need something to fill me with healing love.

Yet, I’m drifting away from happiness.

I am stuck in the mud and left wanting.

        However, I know not what it is I want.

So, now I search the horizon for strength.

A boulder to lay my foundation on.

You are my slow-song,

So just dance with me, baby.

You are a sunset,

Gorgeous and lovely; Honey,

Let me sweep you off your feet.

Should old acquaintance be forgot,

And the words of our fathers taken for granted,

Let us, at least, remember the strength of

Human compassion,

during these times that are so filled

with tragedy, sorrow, and strife.

Let us be lights of virtue, and

Forever remember the values of our ancestors

In the days of Auld Lang Syne.

Long gone; Loneliness.

Letters Lost in Latitudes.

Let Life Love thee Lord.

Lastly Levitate Levels

of Learned Lengths and your Langour.

Look Forth to the East,
Where the Great City Mourns.
The Sun May Still Rise,
            But the Towers No Longer Stand.
Yet,            
       This City is Strong.
Resilient.
Its Inhabitants Know Not Fear.
No Longer Fear the Tragedy.
No Longer Allow Hate in Their Hearts.
But Also Never Forget,
          Because THIS is All the Fallen Have Left.

Aim for the Future,
because the Past is the Past.
Let Our Children Grow Strong,
      and May We Raise Them With Honor.
Shower this Nation With Love, O’ Lord.

Let Us Remain Hopeful,
Because Hope is What Allows Eternity to Exist.
God Bless this Nation.
God Bless My Flag.
God Bless the Fallen,
        Receive Them In Your Arms.
May We Find Love Eternal.
May We Live Forever.

Love Of My Life by Nate Munson
Choka

Let these words be the

First thing your sleepy eyes see

When the sun rises

Over the expanse of the

Horizon, where dreams

Become day-dreams, and the birds

Sing with wonderful

Splendor; the kind only found

In the proud souls of freed men.

Tanka

Where light meets darkness,

I’ll be waiting there for you,

Ready to embrace

You with Love as strong as lions.

You are the Love of my Life.

A dous e juc

Pro farel lind des

Met primi garand

Qimu loufe reile

-

Wein yus volein assere

Prestre postre payu

-

I read this with no curiosities or ambition;

Just a simple imagination.

Raw.

            I want that sweet

                            sweet

            Subtle urge to

Claw

                       its way out

                    from within me.

Loose.

It only takes one

                  or two

screws to

           lose my mind

                           like Doc

       getting lost in time.

Reality.

                 I need it real bad

           like Liu Kang needs a fatality.

    I am

Desperately

             in need of simplicity.

Word.

                         Like those found in Proverbs,

              I need psychological symbols of phonetical noise

        resonating through this life

        as if we were storming the gates of Troy.

Lights.

                       Camera.

                                                   Function.

Every action should have a purpose

              lest this life be worthless.

              So I pray you forget this

        and keep calm

                                       with your chive on

        in order to strive on

through the hurt and pain.

Might as well accept the insane.