Monthly Archives: May 2011

On a windy dark and dreary night
Not a sound near by
A man lay upon his folded sheet created like a pillow upon a board that he slept as a bed at night
Memories reliving his life like dreams in the night
A paper lay by his side that read one simple thing
I miss you daddy, it’s been too long when soon will you be returning home. We are well but would be better knowing that you were too and that you were here and not there at war
The dark night becoming more cold and grim as the time passed
Brought these warm thoughts of his by one picture he had there of that of his family whom all missed one another so dear

On a windy dark and dreary night
Not a sound near by
A man lay upon his folded sheet created like a pillow upon a board that he slept as a bed at night
With not even a pet that he could call his friend he lay alone upon this board as a bed
Looking forward to mail upon each waking day as not many letters are sent out his way
Not one man alone could ever be free to have his way, for each man here was drilled a particular way
For you see he is a traveler with not a permanent home always on bound to go into a new country, city, state or town
Deployed by government rule on his next place he is sent off to go and never really knowing ever where rarely ever much notice as he obeys his reports given
While still praying each day to be sent home safe or to come home to heaven
The words he wrote back in reply to this paper said as followed in this cold dark shadow made into his bed.
Hey little fella I still hear your cry even when we are never so nearby. Tell your mother I love her and you as well. I know times are tough and sometimes even ever so rough. But keep holding into the faith and keep your head high for the more that you do you will soon be focusing so hard that you will look up and see me walking home where I belong soon enough where I will again be returning nearby. It may seem too long but soon all the war will be over and then is when I will again be home with you and your mother. I love you child remember that no matter what you may feel. For soon my day will shine throughout back to you. Stay safe for me in time when that time has come and then together again we will all be as one. I am a soldier my child and this is how it is sometimes I miss you both, but I will soon be there.
As he said his last words one tear fell from his eyes as the man, a soldier began to cry

Written in memories of all the men and women who have been here themselves and have turned over there lives to dedicate it to our country and much more. Also in memory of my very own grandfather who I miss dear a vetran of world war ll, soldier, a friend, good man throughout to his end who changed many lives and taught many a war. This written in memories of the soldiers I have known. Remember the truths of memorial day now. It is not about us. It is about who they were, are, and who they will become in futures ahead.

A women who’s heart is pure

her personality …

sweetest she could ever try and be

head thinking on straight

life an up and down rollercoaster

herself holding on as tight as she could so as not to fall off the crazy ride

her heart pure as anyone’s could be

her mind and soul a little lost along the way

yet still pushing forward and trying to lead the way

keeping hope for the next brighter day

things deep inside confusing her thoughts and decisions ever day

always in search of the right path ahead to take.

A women’s heart who is pure

in search of you and nothing more but a better way in life

am I a women like that

am I a women for sure

am I a women who’s heart shall remain pure and true

am I women good enough for the man to be old fashioned and shiverally by holding the door and being a gentlman alone

The dewdrops trickle like tears rolling off my face

the smell of the mist within the cool air

not even a sound in the early day is there

as the pitch black covers the ground

the damp cool air gently brushing over my skin as if I have been sprinkled with dust of the fairy’s of the lands near

Day begining to break and creep in gently blanketing light across the lands

the songs of the birds begining to awake

the sun begining to crest and peek over the hills

with colors of orange and yellow and red

pink and purple peeking still from behind

I paint a picture of the sun set tonight deep within my mind

sensing the glory and beauty of the sunrise I now see

Looking up overhead I hear a sudden call

high up in the brightening day I see a hawk soaring across amongst it’s very beauty

imagining a wolf holwing goodnight as the slumber comes day and his hunting at night

the sublime nature all around as spirits around are peace filled and calm

my mind at ease with the glory amogst the that all fills the air with a gentle quiet filled soft breeze

as I listen to it just whisper amongst the trees

the dewdrops left in the roses and leaves

just a cool touch too release and renew the new growth ahead

Bringing up life as a small little seed

this is the peace of mind I still need

As I lye beneath this tree
looking across the open gorge in front of me

 another sound begins to sing out nearby

I listen and hear the sweet song of the whiperwill herself

as if to bless this new growing day

and say okay okay

it’s a brand new day

I stay a minute to listen and admire while I still observe

coming to wonder of all the sound of nature and the beauty within the mystery of mother earth

Do you believe in fate? Do you believe in reality? Do you believe in love at first sight? The questions are asked everyday.
Do you believe in love everlasting and eternity? Aren’t these questions almost everywhere you go? The more you stare at these questions or try to tear it all down. The more the question ponders in your mind. You live each day trying to live and win and thinking each day that somehow this may be the day. No matter what the change ahead fate will always lend that hand.
Not knowing who could be next in play. You remain in tune to things.  Sencing the fate with the next he made where it was not there before. Knowing man will show the face when he knocks at your door. You have envisioned things for years within your very own dreams. Never once seeing the absolute face but seeing his form and shape. Piecing together each puzzle piece your next dreams made finding a new milestone marking from within your very future life. He has listened all along expecting you to lead and find the path. Now you have begun to see new routes and mark them a way of your very own. Now knowing the things of that which you know which way do your answers travel now?Do you believe in fate? Do you believe in reality? Do you believe in love at first sight? The questions are asked everyday.
Do you believe in love everlasting and eternity? Aren’t these questions almost everywhere you go? The more you stare at these questions or try to tear it all down. The more the question ponders in your mind. You live each day trying to live and win and thinking each day that somehow this may be the day. No matter what the change ahead fate will always lend that hand. Never knowing what tomorrow will bring you still hold this fate in your hand.
Knowing answers now years down the way do you still question these which have come to pass or led the way to fate?
Now looking ahead with fate staring you in the eyes hoping you won’t go back and hide your time is here to face this new place stepping into your life. It is never easy to make the first moves. Though just think it is usually worth every wait that you’ve had. Living each day like a silent lamb relying on your shepherd, you have took a step like a baby holding mama’s hand. Now It’s time you have grown up. Holding onto the fate of life’s very hand. It is part of this universe that we have lived away. Turning over our life to fame. Give away the fame today and turn to fate to help guide your way, I believe this will help you truly find your true way. So one more time I ask again…Do you believe in fate? Do you believe in reality? Do you believe in love at first sight? The questions are asked everyday.
Do you believe in love everlasting and eternity? Aren’t these questions almost everywhere you go? The more you stare at these questions or try to tear it all down. The more the question ponders in your mind. You live each day trying to live and win and thinking each day that somehow this may be the day. No matter what the change ahead fate will always lend that hand…. I think its time to put these questions to rest and observe the options first hand giving a chance that you just may believe. I believe. What do you believe? That there should be your next question that you should ask for your thought matters first. Not the thought of others round you just you and yourself now.

This is not written to condemn or judge it is just another simple poetry blog. You may take it to heart but don’t take it as a judgement or an attack for these words it is not.

This is who a father is. A father is irreplaceable someone willing to go further than the call of duty for his child. A father is someone who stands up for his children and takes his child’s back to take a stand for what is right, best and will protect the child. Nothing comes between a father and his child’s love. His love is everlasting even into and passed death. A fatherly love would sacrifice himself for the protection and love of his child and family. The needs of the child’s would be put before his very own. A father would stand firm holding his very ground whenever the needs of his children need to be met and need to protect. A father knows the wisdom and love of a man and has grown past a mind and nature of a boy. A father is someone that you can trust, lookup to, respect and count on throughout your life. He will teach you just what is right and give you your lessons of and throughout life. A father is a friend. He is willing to be there throughout the end. A father is full of the love and support that a child needs. He is not someone to stand that child aside forgetting who they are. He is not someone to run away from the meaning in life and not hold open the doors. He is someone who is willing to show respect at every moment in need through life minding the sense of the child. A father is a man who will watch over the child and hold close to that child holding the child’s hand all the way through. A father is there for eternity accepting this child just as it is. Loving it from the moment it was known that it had been conceived. This is who a father really is.

Sinking within myself i begin to loose my sight. With no hope left inside my eyes begin to fade to blind. Taking deep breaths to try to stay focused and breathe. My belly begins to squimish as pain takes over me. Tears dropping down my face. My life around me feeling as if I could just be a nobody and that my life around me was being erased. With me not being in his arms everynight and me still fighting even now down this line to hold together my own life. Again my eyes begin to cry. Not yet have I even been named a wife and my heart hardening yet even more still each new day. Where is he, this man still hiding in and amongst my dreams. Why has he not come and run still off with me.
Sinking within myself i begin to loose my sight. With no hope left inside my eyes begin to fade to blind. Taking deep breaths to try to stay focused and breathe. My belly begins to squimish as pain takes over me. Tears dropping down my face. My life around me feeling as if I could just be a nobody and that my life around me was being erased. With me not being in his arms everynight and me still fighting even now down this line to hold together my own life.

I sit in a world all alone. Not many a friend around even the ones I have known. My health and heart diminishing as if they never existed. My life dwindling down to nothing. My life looking more unhappy each and everyday. Myself down and ashamed at what my life has become. Afraid of the what ifs of tomorrow having no answers at hand.  Dreaming my dream of singing and speaking out and being the unheard voice of hope. Not one lead to help me out and save my world. My heart breaking with every new angle and turn made. I have been alone many of my life but now with the loneliness feeling so close. The overwhelming fear is making its way in. My health letting go and making way for the heart to be hurt again. My hope lost within the wind. My trust rubbed into the dirt beneath my feet. My love broken in half to none as my finest days have not seen the sun. My emotions dried into none as I see no spark starting the burning flames. The human I am, nothing in life as there is nothing holding me up high. I am a face without a name. Caught in a tide that has been pulling me under in time. With nothing to give and no real hope to live. My life is drowning in the falling rain.
I sit in a world all alone. Not many a friend around, even the ones I have known. My health and heart diminishing as if they never existed. My life dwindling down to nothing. My life looking more unhappy each and everyday. Myself down and ashamed at what my life has become. Afraid of the what ifs of tomorrow having no answers at hand.  Dreaming my dream of singing and speaking out and being the unheard voice of hope. Not one lead to help me out and save my world. My heart breaking with every new angle and turn made. I have been alone many of my life but now with the loneliness feeling so close. The overwhelming fear is making its way in. My health letting go and making way for the heart to be hurt again. My hope lost within the wind. My trust rubbed into the dirt beneath my feet. My love broken in half to none as my finest days have not seen the sun.

I look into the mirror and I see two eyes staring back at me. No words to be said,  tears rolling off my eyes. I see the world of pain and suffering left billowing within. Another dreary day come and another dream gone. Each second the world and body you have known changing before your eyes.  Changing without knowledge all the time. What has come of this world I have known. It has come and drifted for so long and now is gone. Where are the friends I could call friends, where are the places I knew as my safe havens? What has this town come to now? I used to see real people who were down to earth angels. Now people just don’t seem to know what down to earth really is. Down to earth is natural but there is no down to earth now. Where have things gone before my eyes. This is not what I have seen thru my own eyes. You ask for help and get not a thing. You ask for respect and get laughed in the face. You ask for manners and get told that there is no such thing that these are things that are not performed anymore. What happened to the days of love? Love is where I want to be again in the place that once made me feel safe and of the place that I once knew well, that I just do not know anymore.

They say that your brain always is thinking things out

 doing some sort of thinking even when you yourself may not be

so then why does one get silent so long not knowing even one word or hum

You’d think if it were always on go with thoughts one word would be shared an hour at a time at least

so why does it stay silent even when you try to think

like if you write but have no words to be said

yet your mind is already nonstop thinking in control

then where is it at and why can’t we think even when we try

our mind still in a silence and no words or thoughts within the head

still face to face with this writers block somehow

trying to pull one thought from within this crazy routine within your brain

 in this silent life full of confusion and strife

making a silent bob trying to become the tin man for sure

however no brain so big or so small can even be the loudest still

for each brain may always be working its routine

weather loud or silent

you still always end up at some time with a silent word and quite routine

creating the silence we have around us right now

What are the things that he sees in me

this a question that has stumped many for many a year

what are the things he sees in me

are you certain it’s me that he sees these things he sees

I am not much

but

I am what I am

my life not so thrilling yet reveals many a thrill

what things does he see in me

why does he see what he sees

I am not all that exciting am I really

No

Well at least not to me

so what are these things he sees in me

I can’t find good in my life I have seen

he doesn’t know my life like what I see

so what does he see in me

what if  really am not as he thinks

what if I disapoint him when he learns of the things I have seen

he expects what it is he sees in me and thinks of me

but what when it is something new and in reality

what are the things he sees in me

I am not that special to have such a high perch

or am I and I just don’t really know who I am in life each day

I want to have faith

I want to believe

but I honestly do not see what he sees in me

why I am I so different and special and the chosen

I know I mutter this every so often

but my heart is worn and trust is slimmed

making my self esteem a bit of a wham

okay okay

alot of a wham

self evalution is not my degree

for sure it’s not

 or else why would I sit here asking what does he see in me

why does he see what he sees in me

what are the things he sees in me