Terry Howe

Terry Howe Jan 2014

Air

The air we breathe is different than the air in space. We breathe it everyday, every hour, minute, and second. The air is toxic to some I don’t know why but when we breathe the air we surely would die. Air is thick and air is light. Sometimes as light as a feather falling from the soaring bird across the blue sky. The bird soars across the land and water everyday feeling the wind and air across its wings as it flies everywhere across the earth going to different places each day. The air we breathe is thick but we need it to live and survive. Without it life as we know it would surely die and the beauty of the world would crumble underneath the thick toxic air that haunts the sky each and every day. Air is life and life is hard to live.

Terry Howe Nov 2013

Tis the Man

Tis the man that's good. Tis the man that's sweet to the bone.
His heart is large and his soul is pure as well as mature.
He is kind to all that he meets. He accepts those for who and what they are.
Tis the man that is far from near. Tis the man who's light shines bright in the dead of the night.
He is a loving man who protects those he cares about.
His personality is wonderful and he looks good as well.
Tis the man who's heart burns with a fiery passion for things to know!
Tis the man who will shirley go places. His hair is straight his body thin. Perfect from out to in.
His hair shines like the sun high in the sky. Hands probably smooth to the touch.
Tis the man who's life is hard. Tis the man who's life is like in a jar. His life is all around him though he can't see that there is someone who can take his life out of the jar into the world.
Tis the man who is kind and surly is never blind. Never blinded by those who wish to deceive.
He is strong and pure and the newly fallen white snow on the field.
His heart fills with love for someone and probably always will be filled with the same one. Someone guides him and cares for him just as much as he cares for the one he holds in his heart. Tis the man who's afraid of change who wishes things would remained the same.
Life has different things in store for the man. Or will he be the person who ran.
Ran away from the change that has happened. Tis the man who becomes strong.
He gains strength from someone and tries to see what he should see.
Power resides in the man and always has.
He was just waiting for the right person to help bring it out.
Tis the man who is fine. Tis the man that is loving, and kind.

Terry Howe Nov 2013

Tis a Lonely Life

Tis the lonely life we wish not to live.
But someday it cometh like a meteor in the dark starry night sky.
Tis the lonely life which some want to die.
Tis the lonely life in which some want to cry.
Tis the long life where it waits for thee to return.
Tis the feel of love that one wishes to have though sometimes doesn't stay.
But one day it'll cometh like a meteor in the dark starry night sky.
Thus cometh the life of love for one to hold.
Tis the lonely life a goodbye until the next time.
Tis a life worth living when she holds your heart.
Tis a life worth living when your love begins to start.
Tis a life worth living when your heart begins to flutter but then the life once worth living starts to fall apart and the love starts to die.
Tis a life not worth living when she leaves your side.
Tis a life not worth living when your stuck alone on such a lonely night.
When in such a night as lonely as this happens one starts to wonder:
"How must I live thy life in pain? In sorrow?"
Tis the life of a man who wishes to stay with his love.
Tis the life of a man who wishes not to be parted.
Thus the man looks at the high moon and wonders: "Tis not the life I wanted."
Thus the man falls to his knees and the earth crumbles around him.
Tis the man who wishes to die! Tis the man who breaks down cries!
The earth cracks and crumbles under his knees and thus he falls.
He falls and falls till he hits the floor. He is still alive.
He looks around him and sees nothing but the darkness.
The sounds of his past roars in his head from all around him.
Tis the man who is alone in the dark. Tis the man who did no harm!
Thus the man finds a ledge and starts to climb. And the sounds begin to die.
He fought and fought and gave all he got.
Tis the man who climbs high like a bird in the sky.
Thus the man gets out of the ground to find all around has burned down.
Thus the man began to cry and wanted to die.
Thus the man looked at the sky and saw the stars twinkling as far as the eye. A clash if thunder roared in his head when he saw his floor and his bed.
Tis the man who was asleep but doesn't know if its a memory he should keep.

— The End —