Is debate no longer taught in school?
That would explain a thing or two.

Having your own opinion is crucial,
but understanding someone else's is too.

Devils Advocate is always my favorite position to play.

That doesn't mean I'm looking to change my mind
just means I want to understand the other side.

To start a discourse, to find common ground,
to allow dialog to flow with no anger found.

Lay that thought to rest,
If it's not personal, it'll never be your best.

They can sense fake,
they no when it's not true.

It's not personal,
if it doesn't cut you.

If it doesn't sting
or make you bleed.

If you're not afraid,
or choked up when you read.

These lines are your life,
your babies,
your soul.

Put out to the world
to rake over the coals.

To poke and ****,
dissect and analyze.

The critics don't care
how much you labored or cried.

In fact
Most will never even acknowledge your work
until after you've died.

I don't want to write Of politics, and policy
I don't want to take their service
and drape it in a flag.

I don't want to talk of sacrifice 
They gave all they had.

I don't want to talk of Bravery,
Heroic deeds of how they Died for me.
(instead)
I want to talk of family,
Father's and Sons,
Brothers, Husband's and Friends.

The young men who didn't Come back again!

The ones who served and returned
but were never quite the same.

I don't want to make statements
Or lay blame,
I just want to walk this wall
and remember their names.

And hope someday,
walls like this
won't need to be built again.

The meaning of life is found
somewhere between
a lover's sighs and a baby's cry.

Somewhere between
passion and pain,
between freedom and responsibility.

Between a life dreamed and reality.

The meaning of life is in the seeking,
the finding comes gradually,
perpetually,
and almost always accidentally.

A man alone is not a man just a force without a purpose.
No one to protect, to guide, or provide for,
just a force without a purpose.

A woman alone is lost, no one to nurture, or nourish,
no one to teach or cherish.
A woman alone is lost.

Of course my view is wrong,
perhaps sexist or chauvinistic,
but the differences are plain to see,
and to me the differences are complimentary.

A man is completed by a woman
and a woman is completed by a man.

Two halves that make a greater whole
two pieces reuniting one soul.

I am a man without a purpose.
Will you complete me???

Lying beside you
my hand upon your hip,
the soft warm feel of your skin.

I listen to you breathing,
smell the perfume in your hair,
another night I won't sleep again.

I take my rest in knowing,
that you are here with me.

A million words cannot express the way I feel.

You are the love story that I can never write,
I only pray you know that it is real.

You are the epic that I long to live,
you're my every sunset,
every flower, every song.

And as I watch you sleeping,
waiting just to make love to you.

I hope the coming morning won't take long.

Coffee flavored kisses say Good Morning. 
I love it when you wake me up this way.
I pull you into the bed beside me.

I tease "How bout a roll in the hay?
"She smiles and laughs
"I'm allergic, but if you wanna stay in bed I'll play."

We kiss and tumble through the morning,
She whispers, "Hurry up we haven't got all day!"

I laugh, "Where you gotta be old woman?"
"Nowhere, but go faster anyway!"

I oblige her request,
she always brings out my best,
but as I lay back to rest.
She says,
"Get your *** up old man,
it's your turn to make the coffee!"

I smile, and do as I am told.
Today's gonna be a good day!