#july4
Three days ago
it was Canada Day
Wait for the winter under Maple Leaf shade.
I'm alight with night time's
anaesthetized truths
soothe sweaty, shaking aches
until this
Independence Day
frees up my lungs.
Three days ago,
turned 29 years old.
Etched our initials in a park bench, rolled
my smudging thoughts into
photographed truth.
Our silver, halide smiles
on paper
live in drawers,
tie me to 25.
Our hearts aglow,
we rose
through dreams and aching,
chafing hopes.
True. Free. Young.
But the bombs burst that bubble
and red eyes glared
through anger and an aching, sorry chest.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
Young countries grow, old
Time spills out and unfolds,
Liberty, Freedom, A Place that
has it's own dream,
Songs sang, bring tears,
Anthems, passed fears,
subside,
Take pride America,
For every American,
Who has a home, who has a neighbour,
who has a defender, offering peace,
whose young children hold old hands,
whose women and men, continue again, and again and again,
to make it, starts with that dream,
watered with tears, and fed with more than food stamps,
even with so many accents they
all say in one breath,
"thank you for the opportunity"
to serve, to be free, to have the will
from the Baja to Presque Isle,
from Bellingham to Florida, Puerto Rico,
when hopes follow the sun's rise bright,
"Oh say can you see by dawn's early light"
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC