Author Archives: J. Palmer

Lost in a world where there is no peace.
You trust someone so much but then they turn and stab you in the back
You feel as if your world is coming to an end
You even gain some friend and loose some friends
You take a breath of sigh and hurt living life alone
Where jobs are scarce and hopes are lost
You know no barrier rescue at your side
You give and help to safe and happiness but even the happiest does not always satisfy ones life he lives each day that comes
The time is dull and broken in time as the life we live gets harder each day
This is life what can I say
The life we live everyday
Getting overwhelmed at times
So overwhelmed that we take our own life
This is not the way life should be
Although it is yet we never know the way each time life is tough but we hold on
Making life best as we can
In a world of no peace and war

Thinking back to June when all seemed once alright just before the things went all wrong
Thinking back to June when all the future and dreams were just within sight, now everything is shadowed by a crescent half moon and full twilight
Thinking back to June when I had trusted all the words I heard
Now I do not know words that are real to words that are framed
Thinking back to June when love was all we lived our lives to fulfill and now we just sit trying to focus and stand tall
I rethink June when I was once happiest and now sit in somber and try to create this accidental puzzle trying to hold onto my very own muzzle
Thinking back to June when I once loved you most now I look and fear our love
Thinking of June when we embraced each other so tight
Now our embrace is a tight rope on a line yet I know that you are mine
Thinking of June and how happy we were wondering now what happened and are we still there
Thinking of June of the day o dreamt….of the day we were to be together when all somehow fell apart
Thinking of June when you are still forever here within my heart
Thinking of June and how I still love you throughout all we have been and I remain here for you wishing it were June again when all felt right and no sights of wrongs where dreams were formed and hearts were pure
Thinking of June wishing on it again, when health was not limited or confined tieing one down to one simple line
Thinking, thinking, thinking of June I love you.

Who he is
Who is he is the question they ask
The answer they shall know
Who he is
I do not understand why he should doubt and betray
But I shall give them all my answer on this very day
It is what it is that I will say
Will they like or regret it I shall see hoping in favor of my way
How could love grow so deep and so near if those thoughts that he states are all that is felt inside here. Each day when the light peep into my window arrousing me from my wonderful sleep not yet even opening my eyes I begin to smile and think. Thinking and wondering with awe who the history of his family is really like for the man that I so fondly speak is so mature and deep within himself inside and out within spirits of many that who he is is all amazing. He is so young hearted and vibrant and filled with all faith and love that one could ever ask for that it like looking straight into heavens door. He is unique in everyway and proud to admitt who he has come to be and is today. As am I glad that we found our paths along the way. He means the world to me and is strong inside and has not one bit of intelligence to hide. He is a man of hope, love, and grace he has found along his many solitude and distant roads
He is a man of true courage and honor one who I loved all the way to throughout his somber
He is a writer for all and a friend to so many a wing to carry you and a mentor to become a voice of that of the unheard this truely is who he is, this truly is the true heart of a man
With a low self worth of his own thoughts inside many a day he would just try to hide
Though thru that time he had opened up his heart to let one love rebuild him from inside to out
Holding onto him forever for who he truly was a loving and gentle man an Angel sent from God
He is a man I am proud to call my friend
He is a man with a wide listening ear with the eyes of protection always holding the ones he has learned again to love so close and near
He is a man with a distinct outlook on life that makes him so wise
He is the leader of the pack hidden in disguise he is severally and life returned from the dead he is who makes me keep smiling and lifting my head
He may not se who really he is but I see through him and across rainbows that he has seen
This man is much more than anything
If royalty would have him he could be king
This man is truly wonderful and amazing
He has the voice of so many a story and tale he could tell I would just love to know where and by who the people really were of his life who he really was raised of that lead way to his front door today
There is so many untold things around him I see yet also so many knowledges uncovered with me leaving him surrounded in beauty of earth and yet mystery of what will be held out next
He is a mentor helping to train he is a soldier by blood and a wolf by tribes he is a very dear man with a name held high today and carried on the wind
He I will love always no matter what happens in life trying to tear us apart
He is a fighter, a warrior, and a guy not judging of things, he has practiced his life full of experience and journey and grown to the man that you know him as now who holds a legacy all of his own
With Gods grace and love and will to persevere I am proud to name him today of one of his very own
He is who he is
He is who is
He is a true heart of a man
Here put in my very words is the answers I truly do speak of this native american guide in whome I truly believe I have now answered this question as you asked and hoped
You know my answer on this fact that I hold to
He is who he is because this is who he was raised and there is not one thing of his life that I myself would ever change
For who then would he be if we changed him for the
I do not want to imagine just what would be for I am truly happy of who he is with this heart of a man who I have already learned to know an see looking straight throughout his heart for him to see
There is so much more that could still be said but night has drawn near and heads and eyes must rest within their beds

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