Love is not being too realistic but not being too abstract
Love is far more the bow and less the arrow it's the ribbon on the present instead of the heart shaped box
Love is knowing when to give and appreciating more when you receive
Love is a single I miss you text at 2am
It's a million miles away thought
And a one thousand dreams in a minute
It's a deconstructed highway
In the middle of *** **** no where
Lost and out of gas
But romance needs no fuel
It doesn't need butane or a lighter
It doesn't spark when you light it
It just finds its own way
Straight through the heart

The Veteran Soul lives on always.
Papa fought in the extreme cold.
Memories of you and me.
Stills his companion nightmares on battling scenes.
All those firing bullets rage on in waves of saturating hate.
Couldn't even seal his fate.
His best friends.
His very respected mates succumbed to untimely fates.
He heard within himself....
in the context of his heart...
These words saying, 'America..
America!
How I shall fight to defend your free.
Give me that enduring faith of yours ole liberty.
If I lay down my heart beats for thee.
Just don't forget I died for my mighty country.
As he heard the grenades bursting away.
He continued to run into harms way.
And then one bullet pronounced him dead.
The picture page flips to his honored grave.
His loving wife and daughter of eight.
Hold together his hero's American flag in their shared hands.
Their tears respectively fall on that precious American flag...
That flag.
That powerful receipt represented that he had died for the ideals of his homeland.
As his family walks away.
Dressed in the silhouette garb of grieving ways.
You could hear the song of 'America the beautiful.
The beautiful song permeating in the haloed whispers from his warrior's grave.
Even to this moment.
Where we honor and celebrate him and all Veterans on Veterans day.
I love you our Fallen and those still
Alive.
You are my brave Veteran Soldier Eyes.


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through misty nights and starless skies,

those years by the kitchen sink,

or pancaked mornings, burning bright,

sit we would, over a drink,

over childhood days and childless hearts,

upon tears over us or prettier things,

caught your gaze, once or twice

when Mary chased me over to a scary brink

of what, now, I fail to recall

as I fail to recall many links

remember, when once, on a green afternoon

you lulled in sleep over chicken wings,

and now I lie among roses ******,

for Johns, Coopers and other things

and now we can be forever friends,

and forever lean by kitchen sinks.

Nothing could disturb her stare at the wall,
Everyday, from dawn to night fall.
Motionless she sat, on a rocking chair,
Creaky now, and worn with wear.

Contemplating someone’s return,
Whose identity is her only concern.
Whether the Phantom,
Is still as she might fathom,

Or her imagination run wild,
She cared for me as a child.
Soon, into the past she’ll descend,
Eyes searching, as if to defend.

If not for the daily answering of nature’s call,
An artistic statuette carved in fall,
Sits gazing at nothing in particular,
Some say she looks pretty angular.

Enfin, family is family,
My Aunt, she’ll be for posterity.

Remember
When we were kids
And a planetarium
Was a most wonderful place
Everyone simply obsessed
With outer space.
It was strange
And new
And beautiful
It was full of wonder
As was everything
A galaxy of stars
And empty space
We were flying through it all
To a new planet
For us to discover
Floating towards the future
It was like a dream
But as we grow up
We realize
Falling stars are chunks of ice and rock
Not wishes
And stars and the sun
Are ***** of flaming gas
The wonder fades
And you realize
Outer space
Would truly be a lonely place
Alone out there
But I guess it would still better
Than here
And you yearn
For that wonder to come back
But even if it would
Someone would take it away
They always do.
Growing up is sudden
And shocking
And changes you
Forever
And you wish you could go back
To planetariums
And outer space
But you can't.
We are all stars
***** of fire
That will eventually die out.
But some of us are falling
And hoping someone will catch us.