These are the fact and it
happened just this way, on this
date December 7th, 1941.

Coming in at early sun by surprise
with sleep still in our eyes.
Bombs start dropping as we run.

Looking for shelter to avoid
the rain of bombs.
Hangers, houses, planes,
and ships in the number.

The world did change
on this day
that they bombed
Pearl Harbor.

Many go to war,
fewer numbers return.
The pain after returning
is hard to repair.
Missing friends not on the flight.

Memories of fighting
and of death.
Bodies burned,
mutilated and abused,
residing still in the minds eye.

Go on with life,
going forward to live that dream.
But in the dark of night,
demons come out,
displaying in your dreams the
vision still,

war and death.

You cannot hide the burden
carried of lost friends,
that saved your life.
So now you wonder,
why was it me and not them.

Time goes on
but the burden grows heavy
as the mind grows dark with guilt.
Until the weight is to much
to go on living a beautiful life not deserved.

It will end tonight as I cannot bare the pain beyond this point.

A knock on the door
and a package is received
unexpected since it's for me.

Lover from the past
sending a sweet treat to me,
mixed with a bit of love.

Many years ago
my fathers favorite treat
for the holidays to be complete.

Only a box of chocolate drops
that bring tears to my eyes,
as memories of my dad, flood my mind.

Just putting words on paper
to express some thoughts,
as more death of more
humans has taken place.

No matter the time
or the place
actions like this
takes us deeper into the abyss of evil.

To all those who died today, may you rest in peace.

Aromatic coffee coming
fresh from the *** to my cup.
My day is complete since I'm having
that first cup.

A smile on my face,
picking up the pace,
now that I've had
that first cup.

My thoughts are racing
as I charge through my day,
at monumental speed, since
that first cup.

It's time to wind down,
day coming to night,
but my heart still racing, since having more than,
that first cup.

As young men oft' do,
with thoughts of
places far away and love.

Places seen,
viewed from another
camera eye.....
Sometimes, still;
yet, often moving,
the image of
a beach bums life.

Many years
have passed
thinking back
to dreams of life,
the wishes of youth.

Turning my head to rest.
Finding it all,
in Island Girl
of my dreams.....

laying next to me.

Everyone in life has a journey.
each one is held accountable
for the path that is chosen
and taken.

But what if the details
and information are wrong
as you decide on your path
that will lead you through life.

Influences as we grow,
help guide us to find
our path for the future
life that we will lead.

The details for some
are sketchy and not clear,
which makes the choice
not as clear as we might like.

Clarity of thought
and idea are what we need
to make the correct choice
as we choose our path in life.

Mothers, fathers and teachers too,
all give influence to guide our way.
But in the end no matter what is taught,
it falls to each of us to choose our path.

I feel emptiness
and pain within my heart.
I cannot explain the reason
or location, but just that
there is an empty place within me.

Sitting in an empty room
not being all alone
even though there is
no one else but me
to view the day and live it as it may be.

Thinking of the past and
hopes of what the future may be,
but I still have emptiness
as I think and wonder
if I really have found the path.

No matter what you think
or what you fear,
your life will unfold
to what it is,
and now it's up to you to find the way.

The opening of this day is early,
as I rise to wash my face and
have that first cup of coffee
and check in on the world this day.

This day in history many years ago,
I started out my day much the same
as I have today, though much younger.
And not as knowledgeable as today.

My day was filled with classes
which was just to **** time.
The excitement today was
my test to have a license to drive.

The day progressed and the excitement
grew, as I thought of my test
that was looming
and having the freedom I saw ahead.

Suddenly the world seemed
to stop as the word went out,
the President was shot
and we were all in shock.

Birthday or not, presents
didn't matter and license forgot.
From that day forward
this has always been part of my birthday thoughts.

Starting as a question
within my mind.
I feel an odd sensation,
but not unfamiliar to a person in my state.

Sensations change and
pressure felt upon
the frontal lob.
Knowing the drill
and not to wait.

A bottle is found
that may correct
many mistakes if
I act in time.
And slow the progress just in time.

Seeming to stem the tide
I have some sleep
and bide my time.
But when I wake
and far to soon.

My mistakes are
coming through.
Shadows now
have turned
quite dark.

And past the stage,
a mistake was made.
My day is not in doubt,
as I expect I have bought,
a day or two, to fight a bout.

More meds come now
but still not much
as my brain fights
itself in my defense.
Between healthy choice,

and reducing pain.

I make a choice
and to be fair,
it seldom happens
in my thoughts.
As pains go away.

But still you have
the remembrance
of lost time when
you were in great pain.

And it's not that new,
and just a memory.
Carrying that memory
helps when in pain.

It's nothing new
and over 50 years
strong with memories.

So beyond the lost
time that I'm using now
to write these words
in my altered state.

It's a pain that I call
a topic of conversation.
As so much of my daily
life throughout my life,
has been me saying,

Excuse my state My headaches.

But my thought to add today is this pain maybe a bit of stress from all the pain I feel for all the world. As we mourn the lives of humans of this earth. Good and evil in the end is still a human life that should have had some value to someone. May all around the world from all evil in the past few weeks pray to their God or deity for a quiet time in some part of the world. Peace out!!

as the day ends now
we lost more lives around world
values of life gone

keep watch when you walk
beware when out and about
pray for peace on earth

in the name of faith
since beliefs someones birth rights
some meet God tonight

looking skyward now
searching the heavens on high
stars shining brightly

shadows of dark clouds
blocking the light of dark night
leaving me searching
on this dreary night

as the cold cuts deep inside
a beacon of light
shines in front of me
moving faster to the light

a candle on the sill
to guide the way home
a beacon of light for soldiers
returning from war

You are a beautiful
human who loves
many things.

Honesty and open
is always
the path to take.

No hidden agenda.
So be gentle to
this loving man.

That has not
had someone
to properly
care for him.

Can you be
that person.
Be gentle and kind.

Do not hurt
this man
with a good and
gently heart.

Once you have
captured a
piece of his soul.

Now it is up to you,
To be honest
enough to keep him near.

With a True Heart.

I loved you in the past.
I love you in the present.
I will love you tomorrow.
I will love you for all of my days.

I will smile and be happy each day.

Morning breaks
as the sun rises
over the horizon
for another day.

My love lies
next to me
in gentle repose,
completing her dreams.

Moments of quiet
reflection at dawn,
of life and love,
with the love of my life.

Sun no longer
shining in the sky.
Clouds taking over
blocking the blue.

Sadness and despair
comes around me now.
Lack of light
and cold in the air.

Winter is near
and depression close behind.
Looking at every day
as a dark night within my life.

Darkness and lack of light
bring me sadness and grief.
In my mind thoughts
run deep into darkness.

I cannot despair
or lose my mind.
I must pull together
and find the light.

Our love is separated
by great distance,
and my heart
longs to be near you.

Longing for the time
that the distance is no more,
and our hearts can come
together as one.

Another day is
lit up by the suns
early rise.

The smell
of fresh roasted coffee
permeates the air.

As I savor
that first sip,
I am at peace with the world.

Even as I feel the pain of only having had a moment to touch a passing comet.

The letters and calls and then  short weeks of hope and adventure.

Now all I have are the limited memories of hopes and dreams of better times.

But will never forget those brief short moments of a beautiful life, a beautiful child.

she's easy to spot,
long dark hair,
eyes like dark
pools of chocolate.

skin with the
softness of silk,
with ruby red lips,
that beg to be touched.

she walks the shore
beside the sea.
stealing all the
beauty there is to see.

The day bright with sun light
as I think of her dark eyes,
******* the other side of the world.

her ruby lips of red
hair like dark silk,
skin of alabaster.

wanting this day
to be close to her
and hold her near.

My Island Girl Dream.

Mom was working late at night.
The car was not available,
she would walk home.

I was 12 at the time with a paper route,
which took me all around town.

My bike was of a sturdy type.
It had a place for my bag,
which held the papers.

Mother could sit on the rack,
I would give her a ride home,
as she was a tiny thing.

It was late, as I headed to pick up
my mom from work.

The sun was just setting,
as dusk came to the sky
in the summer night.

Mother had to ride side saddle,
due to her skirt.
Off we went to home.

As I rode with great joy
at helping my mom,
I heard whistles and cat calls to my mom.

For a boy of 12 with his mom,
it was time to learn.
Things of life, men and woman.

Rain falls on the island,
as she
dodges rain drops
while she runs from tree
to tree,
in an attempt to
stay dry.

Finally she comes
to the meeting
place of her
lover.
They take cover
under the
canopy of the trees.

As they embrace
and trace
their fingers
over each
others bodies.
She reaches
between and touches him.

He traces
his fingers
down along
her body,
feeling the softness,
and curves of her body,
as he kisses her neck.

She guides him
to the soft ground
and they move to
become one
as she opens
to accept the warmth
of his body.