To say one thing to the world?
A daunting task.
I can scarcely know what the world needs,
Sitting here,
In this country,
All my life.
But
I do know what America needs,
And by extension,
Maybe the world, also.

Fellowship.
Not the kind that is forced by governments,
Who would take from hard workers
And their families to provide for others
In harsh times.
That is false,
And only plants resentment.

No,
We need a common fellowship of man,
Where men give of themselves and their efforts
Not because they were required,
But because they were respondent
To the human condition.
Everyone picking each other up when they fall,
And only expecting the best of their neighbors.

In a world like that,
There would be no depression,
No charity cases,
No forgotten souls,
Just love
And Fellowship.

I loved her,
So for her birthday
I made a necklace.

She was quiet and shy,
So I made it with bronze,
A material not shiny,
Not glistening,
But nevertheless
Can be made into
Something beautiful.

It does not seek attention.
It exists to be practical.
It does not promise the impossible.
No wealth does it testify.
It doesn't put itself out to be recognized,
But it is made into something beautiful.

A chain to line her neck
And charms full of meaning
Despite their insignificant appearance.

A bronze butterfly,
Hidden beauty within,
The ability to fly free.

A heart-shaped lock
For keeping love secure.

A key for holding close
Until the time is right
To open.

And two turtles,
For the virtue of patience,
Taking things slow and easy.

I don't know
How she'll take it,
I only ask
That she'll make it
Her treasure.

I'd take a bullet
For any and all of you,
Not that it matters,
You knew this already.
For some of you,
I've gone the distance;
For others,
I've practically
And,
In some cases,
Emotionally
Killed myself already.

I've brainwashed myself
That any of you
Would do the same;
An obvious lie.
In all of this,
I've done everything
Just for love
Just for kisses
Just for hugs
Just for the idea
That I exist for a reason,
Just to have you  sail away
Like ships.

None of it makes a difference.
I love you all too much
To resort to piracy.
If I were to hijack you,
Send the signal,
Drop the anchor;
It won't change a thing.
You'll still
Disrespect
And Disregard.
I'll just be painted the villain.

It's time,
Oh,
It's time,
Gotta make our decision.
Your crime,
Oh,
Your crime,
Is worshiping politicians.

In my mind,
On my mind,
You found yourself a new religion.
Turned 'round,
Rollin' down,
Leaking a poisonous emission;
*******
Broken man,
You got yourself a new religion.

You hold,
Oh,
You hold yourself a worthless bein',
But it's cold,
Oh,
It's cold,
This third degree that you're receivin'...

This time,
This grand ol' time,
You found yourself a new religion.
In your mind,
On your mind,
You put your faith in flawed men.
But you're fine,
You are fine;
You got yourself a new religion.

Hums of swinging blades and axes,
Wailing of voices,
Ricochets of guns.
Secrets whispered in private,
Declamation exclaimed in public,
Hymns sung,
Words spoken.
People are the weapon.
We must not doubt ourselves.
All conflict,
No matter the position,
Comes from a common source.
People are the weapons.
All else, extensions-
Of the arm,
Of the leg,
Of the mind,
Of the heart;
All extensions of the person.
By extension,
A person is an extension
Of the people.
Let the power of the individual
Never lie unknown,
For in one person
Is the concentrated power
Of everyone.

Always say
'He's the handsomest man alive'
Always say
'He deserves better'
Always say
'He's a charmer'
Always say
'He's perfect'
Always say
'He's a go-getter'
Always say
'He's a man who gets things done'
Always say
'He's a man of many talents'
Always say
'He's never harmed a fly'
Always say
'He works himself half to death'

Never say
'I love him'.

Too perfect to be true.
The church decorated
All in white,
The satin fringes
Of her gown,
Gleaming,
Glistening,
In the indoor lights.

Outside,
Mother nature's raging,
Her rain and lightning
Almost sounding out
The words of the preacher.

But it doesn't matter.
We know those words
We've heard so often
In every romantic story.

Not missing a beat,
We say our lines
And kiss for the first time
United.

The ballroom tests
My careful planning.
A skylight showing
The torrential sky.

But,
Just as planned,
The first song plays.
Lyrics fill the room
About the light of day
Gracing her lovely figure
Once again.

...And the sky follows its command.

The sun shines on her
Like a halo of divinty
I always knew she held within.

I could never,
In my wildest dreams,
Hope so much
For a day so perfect.

And suitably so, because it never will.