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May 2014 · 304
On My Way
Nomad May 2014
On my way to seeing you,
I've met a small boy
who was feeling blue,
so I thought I might let him tag along,
not knowing exactly what to do.

So he came without a moment's thought,
I shared with him my own Popsicle,
to keep him cool from the summer's hot.

We then picked up,
along the way,
a little girl, who had wandered too far that day.

So naturally, I inclined to share,
the Popsicle I had saved for you,
sorry-but-not-really, because I learned her name was Claire!

The boy then spoke rather quickly,
that his name was Liam,
and my he said it proudly!

So there we were, the three of us,
all on our way to meet you,
without a fuss.
Okay the day was hot,
it burned right through my skull,
fact the matter was,
I had just given both the Popsicles.

But it was worth it,
seeing your face,
waiting for me at the doorway,
with a wide smile I could trace.

You looked at the children with such fondness too,
I wondered and asked,
what we were going to do?

"We'll share us our picnic! I've brought plenty to share,
In fact let's have our little party,
right over there!"

You said with delight,
you chased the children down the road,
your laughter so sweet,
your voice so light.

So we played the role of Mom and Dad,
and it was the best,
the best time I've ever had.

We were only kids ourselves,
we didn't even have a clue,
with what to do with these two!

So after we ate, and cleaned up the mess,
the sun was setting,
here comes the darkness.

The children were tired,
so we asked while we could,
where they called home,
so we could take them to their neighborhood.

And so they told us,
all so sleepily,
I carried one,
and you carried the other happily.

I'll never forget that night,
the night we went on our way,
feeling like proud accomplished parents,
that had a lot of fun that day.

I wouldn't know what would have happened,
had I not run into them that day,
but I wouldn't change a single thing,
as i walked along the road that way.

We dropped Liam off,
then next little Claire,
then under the pale moonlight,
we simply just stood there.

God let me live,
to see that moment one more time,
and so concludes this poem,
and so ends this rhyme.

As I must be on my way.
May 2014 · 446
Harder than that
Nomad May 2014
You're going to have to
try harder than that
if you're trying to push me away,
and run so fast.

You gotta try harder,
than what you're doing right now.
Because you're stuck with me,
just don't ask why or how.

This is who I am,
and I know who you used to be,
but you're still my friend
at least a friend to me.

Doesn't matter what we've been through,
because we give each other chit,
This is what real friends do,
this I have to admit.

I'm full of love,
living on that hype,
if you can't stand me,
I guess I'm not your type.

But that doesn't matter
because a friend for you
I am.
Try harder than that,
it hurts,
but I honestly don't give a...

Where has the time gone?
All of our precious memories,
it seems to me that you prefer to be alone,
your heart some where lost in the seas.

Drowning, drowning, your heart sinks right through,
you're so angry, cold and bitter,
you want companionship so badly,
but don't know what to do.

Well, if this is your way of showing love
and askin' for a bit a help,
you've sure got a funny way of showin it.
But hey, try harder, I'll take every single hit.

You're gonna have to try harder than that,
I'm doing all I can,
I'm waiting for you
right in the middle,
just reach and grab my hand!

Try harder, do more!
This is our fight now,
let's settle the score!
C'mon, c'mon! I need you as much as you need me,
just try a little harder, push past the wall of Ice and
see.

That yes it's possible.
That you can finally be
happy.

So Try harder than that.
That's all that I ask.

Now Do.
May 2014 · 1.3k
Fresh Smell of Napalm
Nomad May 2014
"We shoot the sick, the young, the lame,
We do our best to maim,
Because the kills all count the same,
****** sticks to kids.
Chorus: ****** sticks to kids,
****** sticks to kids.
Flying low across the trees,
Pilots doing what they please,
Dropping frags on refugees,
****** sticks to kids.
Goods in the open, making hay,
But I can hear the gunships say,
"There'll be no Chieu Hoi today,"
****** sticks to kids.
See those farmers over there,
Watch me get them with a pair,
Blood and guts just everywhere,
****** sticks to kids.
I've only seen it happen twice,
But both times it was mighty nice,
Shooting peasants planting rice,
****** sticks to kids.
******, son, is lots of fun,
Dropped in a bomb or shot from a gun,
It gets the ***** when on the run,
****** sticks to kids."
NOT Mine but I thought it was interesting.
May 2014 · 3.8k
Humanity
Nomad May 2014
There are winners, then there are the ones hoping to win,
I'm not talkin bout a race,
I'm talkin bout our fight on sin.

Sure I'm talking religiously
I feel the need to talk rather
freely.
So let me hit you with a couple of lines,
and see the word "Humanity" and how the people defines
humanity.

Humanity is a collective, a race altogether,
how are we together,
we we hurt one another?
We've got children dying in the streets,
tired, hungry and poor,
they don't even need to be in streets,
but behind closed
doors!

Where's our humanity,
when we need it the most,
or is it just imagination,
a figment of a
ghost?

Humanity is defined as the actions that we do,
like the golden rule, treat me,
how I treat
you.
Well I can treat you all sorts of nasty,
does that mean you have to get me back,
when I turn around, are you on the attack?

Humanity is both, and neither these things,
it's the person here, and alive, with a different song to sing.
Each person, is conscious of thought
and is freely able to defend themselves, with everything they got.

But here's the kicker,
when humanity steps in,
we're all confronted with
our own little sin.

How do we defeat an enemy so plain and clear,
when the only enemy
is ourselves
ourselves that we fear?

We go to seminars,
we read books for inspiration and relief,
trying to mask the pain
replacing pain and sorrow,
with mask of joy for a moment so brief.

We'll hope someone else,
is there to pull our weight,
when we really need to do is first
step right through the gate.

Yes we can, and should rely on others,
but don't expect our new found friends, to treat us better than our mothers.
The burden of this world, is shared upon us all,
but should we relax and not do our solemn duties to each other,
then together we shall fall.

So upward humanity!
Rise and face the coming day!
We've got too many problems,
let us go and not delay!
We can't fight them all,
but one by one we'll make them fall,
give me time, I'll show you reason,
I'll fight every day of every season.

Humanity have faith! In God and His Son!
Have faith in our Savior, and the War is already won!
Humanity, lean! Together shoulder to shoulder we stand!
We don't want world peace,
but some peace is all we demand!

Where the world is struck by war, disease and famine too,
it almost seems like there,
is very little we can do.

But fear not, my dear Humanity,
worry for us no more,
we've got so much fight left in us,
give us time enough to show that devil his way
our the door.

Humanity, don't give up, on us we do ask,
to fight the good fight, to help us complete our task.

I'm bound to humanity, for the simple sake of love,
Because I've been so commanded,
by my God up Above.

Humanity, hold on,
the Calvary is on its way,
so hold your ground Humanity,
I say hold your ground this day.
May 2014 · 643
Burn
Nomad May 2014
Burn the books,
the pictures too,
burn everything, burn it all,
like there was nothing else to do!

We've been down this road once before,
but for the sake of our friendship,
let's travel down just this once,
just once more.

Whether we'll end up to regret it,
or pay with our life,
but the trade out is worth it,
if I gain me a wife.

Remember that willow,
down by the ol' creek?
Remember that tire swing,
we'd meet at every week?

How 'bout that meadow,
the one that we both used to go,
it was pretty in the summer,
and shinin' covered in snow!

Burn the troubles, your cares away,
burn it all, and with me please stay!
I've got a fire goin',
burnin nice and hot,
I'm about to give you,
everything I got.

I've got to hands, ready to build us a house,
these same two hands that worked so hard,
to buy you your favorite blouse.
That ol' truck is still goin' strong,
that carried us to the meadow and back,
when the picnic went all wrong.

That time when the teacher
in high schooled called me out,
I almost bought the farm from her,
if you didn't distract her with a shout.

Good Lord, I thank thee for this angel here,
thank you Lord Almighty, for this pretty lady I can call
"Dear".
With affection and compassion,
I look at her all day,
she makes me go weak and dumb,
but makes me wanna say...

"Burn up the fields, the trees are on fire!
You pretty lady, are my only true desire!
Allow me your hand, to the day that we wed,
Never to part, even on our bed.
Burn me up, inside and out,
this lil' lady is mine, without a doubt!
I'll never let her go, because you gave her to me,
I'll take real good care of her,
good care of her you'll see.
One day Lord, I know she'll come back home to you,
but right now Lord do grant me,
this chance with her, to say
I Do."

Burn the land, and boil the see,
I don't care,
cause no one will take her away from me.

Cold to the touch, and too hot to handle,
Good Lord Almighty, she's poppin like a Roman Candle!
She makes a Georgia day, seem like sweet ol' rain,
Good Lord Almighty, she knows she drives me insane!

Burn, burn, everything I see,
just Lord I pray, don't let her walk away from me.
Surprising, no?
May 2014 · 473
Bullies
Nomad May 2014
We've all fought one before,
he's the child at the bus stop,
he's the man sittin on the porch,
spittin his chew, callin' you a flop.

Bullies.

Despicable people, inside and out,
to hurt one another,
without hesitation,
and without a doubt.

Why do they do such a despicable thing,
why do the enjoy
to cause such suffering?

Do they think it a game
to poke fun of someone
just because of their name?
Do they think it fun
when they play the game
of hit-and-run?

Words hurt too,
we've all felt it before,
we all dread the feeling of seeing the bully,
even once more.

Each day we grow weary,
of the battle we have to face,
sometimes we wish that we could leave,
and never leave a trace.

We cower in the dirt,
hide in the covers of the night,
we cry ourselves to sleep,
hoping things will be alright.

It tears us down,
little piece by peace,
and we look to other things
to find a "sweet release".

No my friend,
that's a sad path you'll choose,
when you think the only option,
is winning by having your life to lose.
What a sad, sad day indeed,
when you pick that dark and painful road,
all because of that bully,
the pain that they have sowed.

You've kept a journal, a diary, a record,
some where deep inside your head,
your heart feels the pain,
and it wishes it were dead.

Lonely is the path,
of the victim of the bully,
when all they ever think about,
is trying to be lonely.

They have no friends,
they say to themselves,
they have no one to rely one,
no one
else.

Oh bully, what a tormentor,
the devil in the form of man,
he does his wicked works,
spreading lies and pain as far as he can.

But.

They too, are not invincible,
through their stabbing words like burning knives,
they too are flesh and blood,
even through their electronic lives.

They eat, they breath, they live like us,
don't mind the foulness
as they make a slight ruckus.

They travel in packs, they're only along for the ride,
but they are the ones who are truly alone,
not know who's on their side.

They are humans, just like us,
he's just the kid that takes the same bus.
At home, we don't know, what goes on in there,
that kid probably has parents who really don't care.

Or maybe their spoiled rotten,
rotten to the core,
and they'll learn the hard way,
just what they're looking for.

Trouble.

Don't take revenge,
or anger upon your trespasser,
forgive them in love and kindness, you see,
because what they really need
is a sense of pity.

Aye, pity indeed, the pour souls
that torment you,
because as it turns out,
that's all they really can do.

If push comes to shove,
help them with love,
show them the way is wrong,
by singing the 911 song.

A simple call, a cry is all that's needed,
one simple complaint, is all and the enemy is yet defeated.

Bullies.
Can harm you, in more ways then one,
but with the call of justice and the law,
their evil doings are done.

Bullies,
are the ones who are truly alone,
those savage beasts can't appreciate life, like you and I do,
if they only know how to gnaw on bone.

Bullies,
don't bow down to them, but don't put up a fight.
I only ask you friend,
that you show them what's right.

Beware that you turn,
to the thing you detest,
be very scared if it seems,
you're no better than the rest.

Bullies.
Seen kids get picked on, and I knew it wasn't right. So with a few words of encouragement, the case was resolved, all without a fight.
But I've also seen, how easy the table turns,
when it's the hunger for power, is a person's desire to earn.
So be careful, of this two edged blade,
do not vanquish the monster, only to have your humanity fade.
May 2014 · 246
Why?
Nomad May 2014
You've asked me several time,
the simple question, with the answer so hard to find
truthfully.

Why?

"Why do you care,
about what I do,
why do you care at all,
what's it matter to you?"

I stared back plainly, affectionate smile
from mouth to eye,
when you kept standing there,
asking me,
why?

I gave you my hand,
to help you on your feet,
my smile not ending,
you pushed away in defeat.

I disarmed your hostility,
because you could not find blame,
even for an ol' boy like me,
whose smile is...
kinda lame.

Why?

"Why don't you go somewhere?
Don't you have some place to be?
Why are you here!
Why do you care about me?"

I smiled back, but this time my eyebrow raised
just for fun,
when you turned your back on me,
and was about to run.

Before you took another step,
I spun you right around,
and then I wrapped you up
up in a tight hug,
in which you stood, dumbfound!

You wanted to push away,
away from this strange creep,
but all in side you,
you had a wanted feeling so deep.

For Love.

You stood for a second,
a few minutes more,
I wouldn't let you go,
even when you were eyeing the door.

Then you started to cry,
tears starting to flow,
streaming down your precious face,
diamonds falling from your eye.
And yet still you asked me,
the very simple question.

"Why?"

The answer was simple,
but was not all to clear,
I said,
"That's because your my friend,
and I love you so dear."

I held you in my arms,
as you let the tears flow,
and I promised to you,
that I'd never let you go.

I haven't back then,
and I won't start now,
I'll hold you tighter still,
as tight as you'll allow.

I love you greater,
each and every day,
I'll always love you,
like I did back then,
even until now.

Why, you ask,
do I give this love to you?
Because I'm your friend you see,
and that's what friend's do.

So why not?
May 2014 · 407
Give me all...
Nomad May 2014
Give me all
of your troubles and tell me your fear,
show me your pain, and what you hold dear.
Give me every feeling,
from the happy to the sad.
Give me your time,
and patience if you can,
I'm not a perfect person,
I'm only, just a man.

But give me everything,
that's been on your mind,
I'll hold on to them today,
tomorrow, and forever, so you can finally leave the pain
behind.

Give me all of it.

All your joys and glee,
if you'd be willin' friend,
to share it all with me.
Give me your past,
the ghosts that haunt you still,
I never had left you,
and I promise I never will.

So give me all,
I ask of you please,
to trust me
to catch you
when you fall.

So give me your all.
May 2014 · 2.2k
Run Runner Run
Nomad May 2014
Run Runner run,
run not because it's fun,
because you're scared of something
that you know is true,
I know you're running,
running from you.

Run runner run,
you're going so fast,
you think you're the only one.
This isn't a race,
with a prize in the end,
you're running for your life,
instead of standing to defend.

So run runner Run.
Let's all see you try,
to beat the beating sun.
You'll be tormented and tried,
all alone on the way,
if you keep on running,
running this way.

So where are you going,
oh friend of mine?
When all you do is just run
to the place with no finish line?

Or what will you do,
even if there was one,
would you still keep running,
even when it was all done?

Run Runner Run,
for that's all you ever knew,
a runner's run, is all they ever know how to do.

Or does it have to always be this way,
on this torturous path they stay.
Or can they stop, to take a breath once and a while,
to notice that they've been running no where,
when they have to crawl the mile.

But if you stopped and waited,
for us to reach you,
we'll give you a hand,
that's what we'll do.
Heck, we'll do one better,
we'll give you our lives,
cause we're all in this together,
all with different drives.

So runner quit runnin,
you ain't goin' no-where,
when you're just runnin in place,
we just stop to stare.
May 2014 · 779
That Ol' Man
Nomad May 2014
Up that hill,
is an old man,
and that cranky old man,
lives there still.

Lord knows, he's as old as dust,
but his ticker's still tickin,
thank God it don't rust.

Well that ol' man,
was my ol' man,
as old a man can be.
That old man was my old man,
he's my old man to me.

That ol' man,
taught me more than my ol' man could,
but then again, he was never there,
even when he should.
He was gone with the wind,
never to be heard again,
he left ma and me, and the house,
before I ever turned sev-en.

So that ol' man, up on that hill,
treated me better, than any other father will.
Straight off the bat,
he offered me a job,
I worked hard and long,
to earn just a corn on the cob.

But then I came back for more,
hoping for better pay,
but the next thing I knew,
I was fixing his door.

Again I tried,
and with more work
he had already supplied.
Because I was getting paid,
with the knowledge that he readily provide.

He taught me
how to fix up a house,
he taught me how
to bait and trap the pesky little mouse.
Taught me the meanin' of words,
he taught me to not ignore
the small songs of the birds.
That the wind blew this way,
meant for a storm within the day,
that if the sun rose up red,
he taught me something sailors said.

He taught me skills
I that I used around at home,
it kept me out of trouble,
his land big enough to roam.

He was grouchy a lot,
liked to curse and spit too,
but not once did he raise his voice,
and my liking to this man, always grew.

My kid siblings and I
would visit ever chance we got,
it helped us so much,
for a moment, our pains...we forgot.
He tried to keep the grouch on,
every night and day,
but when he saw us kids run up the street,
I saw the grouch in his eyes, all gone.

Sure he didn't like to show it,
his feelings on his sleeve,
but for some strange reason,
I just bet that when he saw us,
all he could be is relieved.

That sweet ol' man,
living up that dusty ol' hill,
gave us hope for our future,
better than any story book father ever will.

He raised us right,
right from the start,
he might've been a Devil's Dog at some point,
lots of bark, but an even better heart.

God Bless that ol' man,
as he lies on his death bed,
I always remember those clear commanding words,
the first words I remember he said.

"Don't Sir me, bullsh!t! I ain't gonna give you a dime's worth o' work! I'm gonna teach ya how to work so you can do it right! *******."

Thanks ol' man, for all the memories,
you promised me that house one day,
I'll turn that dusty hill, to an orchard full of trees!
And I swear to you ol' man,
I'll fix her right back up
make her nice and pretty,
make it as it once was, in its former glory.

For you ol' man,
I'd do anything you if you only ask,
cause you taught me a lotta things,
from livin, lovin, learnin, and all,
and especially 'bout the people, and the people behind the mask.

Thanks Ol' man.
Up on that hill,
the greatest man to live,
and forever
Will.
May 2014 · 303
To the Mother
Nomad May 2014
To mother, the mother I wish I knew,
if you weren't so drunk each night,
there would be so much that we could do!
We could've played in the park,
you could've pushed me on the swings,
I would've asked a lot questions,
about this and that, and other things!
I would've dug my way to China,
and come back with gold,
I would've discovered the fountain,
that when you drink, you won't grow old!

But we didn't.
Because you couldn't.
Years went by, dad said he quit, winked then left,
you were already tattered and in ruins,
any cry of mine, went to ears, so deft.
I grew up alone, with only your beer stained lips
drooling on my neck,
when all I really needed
was something more sincere on the cheek,
just one small sincere little peck.

But you couldn't manage that,
not after every other night,
so I'd take up the duties of mother and father,
to my siblings you never knew, by the time of first light.

I did the chores, you never asked me to do,
I did everything, did it all, all because I loved you.
That somewhere,
beneath and through the wreckage and trauma,
deep down inside,
was a pretty lady there,
waiting to be called mamma.

But she never came up,
through the blurry, drunken eyes,
you kept your room so dark,
I think you've forgotten, the color of the skies.

My brothers and sister,
we all had to get along,
but I didn't have the heart to tell them,
about you,
it just...it would just be so...wrong!

God, I prayed to him,
but you'd never know,
you didn't care where I went,
or when I would have to go.
I found him in the attic,
where I made it my room,
sure it was dusty and broken,
but I fixed it with a hammer and a broom.

There I had to work,
like not a single soul would,
that's all because I was old enough, and no one else could.
I come home every single night.
Just before you came back from the bar,
because as I watched from above,
you came home in someone else's car.

You missed every birthday,
did you know that?
Every single blessed one,
I didn't care after my seventh,
but after little *****'s first?
I almost told her you died!
My heart was about to burst!
Good God, help me from saying further!

But even years and years,
of your, stupid, stubborn behavior,
I've gained fruit, from all of my labor.
You've taught me things,
even when you were not able,
that things just ain't handed to you,
you gotta lay it on the table.

Ma, I love you, my sibling's would say the same,
they'd love you a little more,
had you quit the drinkin' game.
We found our pa,
he had a little run in with the law,
but he shaped up,
just for us,
he even was there,
when I was shipped out on the Basic Bus.

I'm proud of my siblings,
the way they are today,
I just hope you'll think of us the same,
and say the same thing too.
Some day.
Partly True, Partly Fiction.
Seems that Poetry is my sweet addiction.
Don't feel sorry, for what this poem went through,
just as a reminder, Your mother still loves you!
May 2014 · 493
The Angry Truth
Nomad May 2014
The truth
hurts,
in so many more ways than one,
because it normally ends up,
with someone in tears,
or hurt some how,
as soon as the deed is done.

The angry truth,
it in the minds of the holder,
and the truth seems to be fabricated,
more and more,
as we get a little bit older.

The truth is,
as most people see it,
is all in their head,
and sometimes they'll say it,
and regret the terrible thing they said.

The angry truth,
is when we're all so frustrated inside,
when we want to punch through walls,
when we just want to run and hide.

The truth is,
we're scared, truth be told,
and we feel so very alone,
we watch our shadows like we watch our backs,
and we watch our footsteps, paranoia to the max.

The Angry Truth...
is angry because we are.
And when we take it out on ourselves,
sad truth is,
we sometimes take it too far.
We take it out on our bodies,
in extremes that only those who survived can tell,
and tears shall always fall,
just as the friends we knew, had fell.
Down.

The truth.
We can help.
If we all stood together, side by side,
if we were all here together,
for anyone and everyone who cried.
It'd be a little better,
not matter what kind of weather,
if we all had each other,
to call our sister and our brother.

The angry truth is,
we don't.

The truth, and the angry truth.

Could you handle either of them?
May 2014 · 324
There Are
Nomad May 2014
There are worse things
in life that could
happen to you,
there are worse things indeed,
indeed it's true.

You could be struck with poverty, hunger and doubt,
you could be stuck in a home, where all they do is shout,
you could be scarred from all,
the pain you receive,
you could be the one, that come 15,
your house you did leave.

But there worse things than that.
And so I present to you, with a courteous bow,
and the tip of my hat.

We as a people
are called humanity,
yet humanity is a word
a word in which that describes itself,
isn't that absurd?

So what do I mean, with that little fiddle above?
I'm just saying,
the world needs more love.
Love is a power,
beyond all comprehension,
love is something we do more,
than really just mention.

I'm not saying, make love,
if you know what I mean,
I'm saying, love the kind of love,
that doesn't...really need a scene.
Trust me, there are ways.

There are
so many things,
that you can do alone,
but it only seems lonlier,
when you're just a rolling stone.
So get a few friends,
save those precious few,
and know that you're the only one they care for,
yes. Just You.

It's time for me
to wrap this up,
this little work
right on here,
so I can spend my time,
holding those I hold dear.

There are better ways to spend your time.
Did you find the message?
Plainly hidden in this rhyme?

There Are...
May 2014 · 260
Take From Me this...
Nomad May 2014
Give me the world,
I'll show you the sky!

Give me the Bible,
and I'll tell you
that you'll never have to cry.

Give me your love,
I'll give you everything,
all I want is you for you,
and your hand for this ring.
May 2014 · 466
Too
Nomad May 2014
Too
Too late today,
and yesterday is tardy,
tomorrow is coming
so let's live like we gonna ---

Whoa!!! Wait hold up! What?

Is this what we've come down to?
Party like no tomorrow,
until we start puking up our guts?

No more I say!
It's to ignorant and stupid,
so let's live much better,
much better today!

Shape up, clean up,
these are suggestions what to do,
I'm not your mother or father,
but I certainly won't put up with,
such a careless attitude!

I care for you too much
as a person, at any rate,
call this chance, call this destiny,
you can even call it fate.
I don't care how you label it,
or take a pic, a selfie or two,
just know this, that I'm here for you,
yes, even you too!
May 2014 · 276
Let Me Help
Nomad May 2014
I'm no professional,
I've learned to no degree,
it's just that you seemed rather sad,
as sad as you could be.

We don't know each other,
probably not even by a chance,
no this is not a poor thing,
desperate for slight romance.

This here boy,
is asking earnestly to be true,
and this ol' boy,
is saying,
Let me help you!"

We don't know each other,
as strange of strangers that we are,
I don't want to know how close you live,
or even how far.
Just tell me your troubles,
lay upon me the weight on your shoulders,
I won't tell another soul,
I won't ask for other holders.

Love is a powerful thing,
and I believe that it overcomes all,
so don't worry about me,
I'll answer your call.
Call me day, call me night,
call me when ever it does(n't) feel right.
I'm your friend
if you're willing
I'll hold your wait,
trust me the anger, frustration, sadness and bumps from the fall,
isn't worth the killing,
the dying, the self-suffering of it all.

So let me help,
I extend my hands to you,
at least let me hear your case,
that's the least that I can do.

I'll listen intently,
more mute than a gargoyle,
I"ll take all your emotions, from the bubbling to the broil!
I'll be your friend,
no matter the excuses,
because I'm a friend that puts up offers,
and never refuses.

I'll help all I can,
as much as possi-ble,
just remember, that i'm only one man,
and don't worry at all,
I'll never ever find you dull.

I pity you,
though you don't need it,
even so, as a friend, I'll love you still,
and my love will never quit.

So God bless you, and keep you,
safe from others and yourself,
just remember you have me,
and God up above,
if you ever need help.

Because incidentally,
we'd both would like to know,
"Will you let Us help you,
get you to where you need to go?"

Let me help you.
Sincerely, Your Friend
May 2014 · 434
Once Upon...
Nomad May 2014
A clear cloudy day,
was all my mind could really come up to say,
about the weather, and the breeze,
when all the time I'm just thinking, "Ah jeez!"
What an embarrassing way to start,
when  I should've been brave, and said it from the heart.

Well,
Once upon a time,
in some dis-tant land,
All I ever really knew,
was the law of
supply and demand!
People always asked for much more than we had,
then we looked back at the people,
penniless and homeless, looking so sad.
Not all of the homeless
were all like that,
I'm just saying some of them,
thought that they wore crowns for hats
and now they're spending all their years,
thinking what could've been right,
instead of picking wrong streets,
and picking more fights.

In a room or a stall, or some where enclosed,
there's a little child crying,
but it seems that nobody knows.
The child is,
who ever it is,
doesn't matter the race, color, ***, or age,
it's just another sad chapter,
with another turn of the page.

There's a war out there,
and one right here, off our telephone,
it's right here, out there, in here,
and when we're alone.
How many years
will it take
for the kids
of this gen-eration, to fin-ally,
learn from their stupid mistakes!
Make one, all fun,
try not to do it again,
but no, gotta do it
for the vine,
so they do it
and then,
one's in the hospital,
with broken bones and spirit,
you'd they kids want to stay out of trouble,
in stead of trying to-get near it!

Once upon a time,
when we neighbors didn't need fences,
only needed for
the cattle expenses.
We worked hard for a living,
as we
still do,
it's funny how work is taken for granted,
until they don't know what to do.
Then it's just to hard,
to try to do better,
and then they think they know it all
until they get the denial letter.

It's a sad world we live in,
a sad world indeed,
it's a sad, sad world,
drowning in sin.

Aye, I said it,
as a Bible-Thumper I am,
I'm only preaching what I know, yes sir, and ma'am.

Once upon a time,
we all strove to be good,
and now we fear our neighbors,
and we take pride that we're from the hood.

Give me back
those summer days,
down by the lake of Cor,
give me back the swing-tire,
where we would never forget, never we swore!

The time of peace and respect,
and a piece of integrity,
where each child of every race,
fought the stereotypicracy!
Where each child would look forward,
to a brighter education,
and worked hard to feed their family,
instead of looking for vacation!

Gone are the days,
which I am speaking of,
gone are the days
where we used with care,
the word of Love.

Now we go out on flings,
hoping to fill ourselves for the night,
but deep down, deep inside,
I know they don't feel right.

Bring me back the days,
oh most lyrical of rhymes,
Oh bring me back once more,
turn back the Once Upon a Times!

They're gone...
now just a dream.

Once upon...
a midnight's dream.

Once.
May 2014 · 913
Little Dreams
Nomad May 2014
Little dreams,
is all we have to hold,
little dreams now,
even through the cold.

Living through,
what might as well be Hell,
it's our dreams that we hold,
and we'll never sell.

Little Dreams,
in hope for brighter days,
little dreams of peace,
even if for a moment, and hopes that it stays.

Little dreams,
start small,
then with nurture and affection,
grow large and tall, and strong,
when we offer it protection.

When we feed our dreams,
they get bigger and better,
and we all wish for things,
to go according to the letter!

The script that we write,
our pen in our hand,
we ask more from reality,
and then ask turns to demand!

We all act like we're special,
and we deserve better,
that we're expected to be hand-held and fed,
then reality hits
and my it's a real upsetter!

Little dreams
grew tall,
only to have, like humpty-dumpt,
a mighty great fall.

So with our dreams,
now shattered into pieces,
we look to the world
to find the worldly releases.

Aye, indeed, drugs, ***, *****, or money,
It's all a shame now,
and we think no-shame is still funny.
We have slogans now,
saying "You Only Live Once!"
So why throw your life away
you gorram dunce!


You too, once, were just a small child,
surely you must remember,
where you were taught to be mild!
Be polite and courteous,
and a few basic rules!
Being respectful and humble,
doesn't mean you're a tool!

Listen to yourself,
where have you gone now?
You blame the world for your ignorance,
and yet I must ask how?!

You've shut away your eyes,
and turned away your face,
it's hard to face the mirror,
when all you see is disgrace!

sigh...
...
sigh...

But I'm here to tell something,
something brand new,
as only a friend can only do,
that's my love for you.

Friendships go deep,
even the first look from a stranger,
from a child to adult,
from civilian to Airborne Ranger,
Let me tell you something,
and it's okay that you're shocked,
I understand if I came out strong,
and you feel kind of rocked.

You're not as bad,
or even half as you think you are,
you're still a good person,
a great person by far.
You haven't been perfect,
we know this so true,
but neither have I,
yeah, me too!

We're all on this Earth,
gathering our broken dreams,
when we put them back together,
it makes only a mirror it seems.
Each piece a reflection,
of who we used to be,
and when we find all the pieces
we realize,
"My dream was to be...me."

Yes. Little dreams do come true,
every now and then,
for me,
and you.

But please don't give up,
keep picking up the pieces,
you'll get scraped and bruised a few times,
but you'll feel better than those worldly releases.
Take your time,
relax,
be thorough in your search,
maybe take a moment to listen,
to the annoying bird, that sits out on the perch.

Little dreams are made,
from the bits inside of you,
just know every piece you collect,
reflects what you say, think and do.

I've given you a rant,
a warning,
and a tip,
now be on your way to freedom,
and have a safe trip.

As you find your way
to find...
those little dreams.

Again.
As A friend, don't give up. Be safe, and God Bless.
Nomad May 2014
Step up,
and stand your ground,
here comes the trials and tribulation,
hark, the enemy has us, as they all surround!

Step up, and stand your ground,
we're bleeding, dying,
and all the young ones,
the true victims,
are all,
crying.

Step up, and join the fight,
it's time that we,
as humans,
set things right.

We can't do it alone,
no matter how many for the cause,
we need a power greater than ourselves,
something to make the enemy
pause.

Step up, and stand your ground,
today, and every day hence forth,
you shall make a triumphant sound!

Glory be, to the Lord on high!
For with Him, all things are possible,
it is written, that Death,
yes, even Death, shall die.

So step up, and Stand Your Ground!
You have a purpose for fighting,
if you just look around!

The person,
to your left,
and your right,
they're all in this war,
they're all standing up to fight!

He is your brother,
she, your sister,
and together we stand, united and strong,
and with God as our witness and Father,
we shall fight and right the wicked wrong!

So Step Up,
for this is as much as your fight too,
stand in rank and file,
Stand your ground, and you'll know what to do.

Step up, and Stand Your Ground,
this is my peace,
a piece I've found.
May 2014 · 1.1k
The Hills Are Alive!
Nomad May 2014
The Hills Are Alive!
Alive I say indeed!
They aren't biased, or judgmental,
or are they filled with greed!

The hills are alive, enjoying each day as they come,
they don't mind the feet that tread on them,
it doesn't make it worrisome!

The hills are alive,
can you hear their sweet melody?
Well, sad thing is, I bet you can't,
if you're only stuck on the Telly.

Zut alors, what sad bunch we've become,
when we need someone to tell us,
(us!) that we don't have to be dumb.

Of course we don't,
none of us do,
but what do they say then,
when they happen on something new?

Gone are the days,
where vigor and work was required,
now we're only used to,
being beckoned or be sired!

The hills are alive,
and they weep,
weep I say!

As they watch the playful children that once were,
now inside they stay.
It's a shame,
a shame,
when the hills must really cry,
when all they're good for now,
is a peaceful place to die.

Let it be no more,
it's time to change,
and venture out through (indeed!) the door!

The Hills are alive!
Can you not hear their call!?
Or are you tuned out to the music,
the sweet music of it all?

Let it not be so,
my dear, dear friends of mine,
go out, breath in and out!
Enjoy the blessed sunshine.

For the Hills are still alive,
well and waiting patiently,
for the one day,
or more,
to gather children playfully.

The Hills are alive,
so why aren't you?
May 2014 · 323
A Beautiful Day!
Nomad May 2014
It's a beautiful day,
today, yesterday, and tomorrow,
I just can't wait until,
I see what there is to follow!

A beautiful day,
is any kind of weather,
it's always a beautiful day,
when you have friends to make it better!

You can take, all the wonders of the world,
and all of the adoring fan,
but it just wouldn't be the same,
as exploring it with friends,
the only way friends can.

Together.

So enjoy a beautiful day,
outside, sun and rain,
away with your tech-knowledge-ee,
and out into the world together,
to see what's there to see.

There's a world out there,
not waiting for even a moment's breath,
you can't enjoy a beautiful day,
if you're stuck to your phone, text-ing away to death!

Make memories, that mean something,
that mean something today!
Then go out there again,
and make a few more memories, I say!

Get off the phone, the calls can really wait,
because you just might even miss out,
on a really important date.

To enjoy A beautiful day.
I'm up for it, what do you say?
May 2014 · 232
Upon a Star
Nomad May 2014
I don't wish upon stars,
because they're bright enough already,
I don't want them any closer,
when I've got one that shines on steady.

How she glows,
and how she knows,
what she does to me,
how she goes,
and how she shows,
how much brighter she can be.

Ah what a light,
my star-light can be,
ah how magnificent, how glorious shining,
for all,
and all to see.

My light, my compass, my never fading star,
When I look where home-ward is,
it's never very far.

Home is where the heart is,
and ladies and gents, she has it,
when ever I am apart from her,
sane, I am no longer, as I just 'bout lose all my wit!

A fallen star, is still a star,
shining through the night,
how she sparkles and gleams,
and make every thing seem...
right.

I do not wish,
upon a star,
when I already have one,
not so very far.
May 2014 · 251
Just follow the link.
Nomad May 2014
Isn't that we really do.

So here's a dare,
this one's for you.

http://sharepowered.com/this-is-a-video-everyone-needs-to-see-it-will-make-you-speechless­/#
Honestly listen to it. It's poem related.
May 2014 · 374
A World Away
Nomad May 2014
You're a world away from me,
my friend over there,
you're too far to hear me shout,
when I yell to the air.

You're a world away from me,
when you need me the most,
and when you tell me this truth,
I pale like a ghost.

You're a world away from me,
and I can't help but sigh,
because now I feel useless,
I could just sit here and...
cry.

But I won't.

Because A world away,
is nothing to me,
it won't stop this friend,
from helping another you see?

I'll do what I have to,
to get to where you are,
I'll fly, I'll drive,
I'll move the mountains and walk on water,
I'll go the distance, no matter how far!

Because my friend
you're worth every second,
you who are oh so,
very, very distant!

Never fear, never fear,
Don't give up hope my dear!
Because You're worth that much and more,
so much more to me.

So a world away,
or even two.
This ol' boy's gonna do,
what a boy's gotta do,
just
to get
to you.

Even if you're a world away.
I wait for your call,
just a word, or my name, is all you need to say.

And I'll be there,
No longer a world away.

Just me,
right here,
To stay.

With You.
Just have a room for me to stay!
May 2014 · 269
You Are!
Nomad May 2014
I give you a brush,
and tell you to paint,
you're no professional,
oh Bless you you saint.

I give you a stick,
and I tell you to fight,
you tell me it hurts,
and I say, "You're right!"

I give you love,
and you don't know what to do,
I hand you my heart,
and all you say is...ew!

Well,
you are who you are,
and I am who I am,
thank God for the that,
and for Uncle Sam.

I won't tell you who you should be,
nor will I guess, on who you could be,
because you are who you are,
and you let me be me!

You are,
a B-E-A-YOUTIFUL person,
inside (and out)
this I say completely,
with nary a doubt!

You maybe scarred,
scared, and blotted,
but there's no soul here,
that hasn't been spotted.

You are unique,
in every sense imaginable,
you've got a way
to turn every head at every table!

You are who you are,
yes sir, there's no denying,
weather you obey the law
or you enjoy defying!

Either way,
you are who you are,
and "What you are is beautiful!"

You Are!
May 2014 · 356
Think about the Children!
Nomad May 2014
Think about the children!
The Children!
...So they cry and wail,
when all we do is cram them in boats,
and let them set sail.

We all want, and hope for a better future,
for you, for me, for us and them.
When we really are missing out, on the one true gems.

The Children!

Ah yes, the crumb-crunchers,
the ankle-bitters,
the moving, sleeping, babbling, leaking toilet and faucet,
we really don't know what we have,
as per usual, until we have truly lost it.

The Children.

They'll only be children once,
in respect to their age,
and then they'll grow up,
start a whole new chapter,
with the turning of a page.

And so quickly does the page turn.

The Children were us,
and now more are coming,
when they start to cry,
where exactly do we go running?

Be the one to give them hope,
be the one to tell them to follow their dreams,
be the one to teach them what's right and wrong,
teach them, teach them, to sing their own song.

This life is cruel, the world more so,
lessons can be learned the easy and the hard way,
but they have to be learned,
learned some day.

So start young,
with the precious little ones,
teach them all that is right and well,
to your daughters and sons.

Let them be children,
for the sake of their future,
let them have their past,
because they'll only be children once,
before the years start running fast.

So think about the Children,
yours, mine and ours,
keep them safe, and teach them well,
or they'll be rotten, and sours.

This is for the children so small,
think of one,
you think of all.

For the Children.
Don't be creepy. Any way, seriously, take on the role of the parent, if any here being one would understand, they wan the best for them.  And if you're a sibling, be the shining example. Even if you're younger.
And even if you're baby-sitting, or simply being kind, play the role of bigger brother or sister. And mind your manners.
May 2014 · 831
How did you know?
Nomad May 2014
How?
Just how?
Did you know,
past my smiles and reassurance,
through my antics and all,
that underneath, behind my eyes, that I was in pain,
I was taking a fall.

How did you know?

You saw right through me,
like no one else could,
you sent me words of reassurance,
like no one else would.

So how did you know?

I hid it so well, no one else could catch on,
yet there you were,
to catch me,
before I was long and gone.

How did you know?

It's unnatural,
uncanny,
nearing impossible!
How you do what you do,
but I'm glad you did,
I'm really, really glad, that you knew.

But did you know?

You're my secret confessor,
though neither of us know it yet.
Because now with you,
I know my heart is set.

I can show you the things,
that only I hide below,
because it seems I just can't hide it,
because you always seem to know.

I Love... You.

But you'll never know.
To her, who always seems to see me right through.
To her, that always makes me feel unsure, of what...exactly to do.
May 2014 · 2.1k
Thunder
Nomad May 2014
Can you hear it?
The big echoing boom?
Can you hear it, as it thunders right through the room?

Ah yes the thunder,
there before, during, and after the rain,
it's the sound of anger masking the pain.

The thunder it roars, and echos deep,
it's there when we don't want it, and there when we do,
it's an ever longing sound, that's meant just for you.

The thunder, hear it roll across,
the thunder, the thunder, listen as it claps.

The thunder is mighty,
for such a late reply,
but once it booms, and shakes the earth, that means you missed the sky.

For the thunder only comes,
following the flash,
like the clean slate on a rainbow, after the settling of the ash.

The thunder is here,
and yet it beckons near,
it's the sound we dislike,
but a song we hold dear.

Our own thunder.
May 2014 · 321
Coffee
Nomad May 2014
I take it strong and black,
not a single kick
does it lack.

This is how I drink it,
nice, rich, and hot,
If I must add something, maybe a touch of clover-honey,
but certainly not a lot!

It's sustains me,
if even for a little while,
it'll keep me up and going,
if just for another mile.

But not enough can stir my blood,
the way that you do my dear,
nothing in the world beats coffee,
except when you come near!

It's rather a shameful fact,
when I look at it and you and back,
when you come near, laughing so happily,
you just don't know what it does to me.

Because of you.
I just might miss my sip of Coffee.

Ouch.
May 2014 · 144
To Us (Final)
Nomad May 2014
"I maybe away
But I am sure
Even when we’re far apart
Distance can never change
The love I have for you
that’s In my heart.
"
May 2014 · 260
To Us (Part 2)
Nomad May 2014
My friend, my keeper, my lover, my one and only in my life,
you appeared, like an angel from heaven, you came from above and eased my strife.
You've kept the monster in me at bay, and brought back the good in me,
you’re my friend, and my keeper, for this I shout to the world with glee.
You took my hand and stole my heart,
with a wink of an eye, the way you laugh, I wish us never to part.
You can not possibly know what you have done for me, the healing to this battered soul.
Before you came, was an ache, for a heart I longed for, to fill this empty hole.
The stormy seas, the wind that howled,
it had me in it’s grasp and my mind perverse and befouled.
But your beauty shown through, calmed the seas, quieted the breeze,
for years I've fought with my demons,
yet you came and ruled them with ease.
You have set my soul, my body, and mind, you've set it all free,
I’m so lucky, that you were made for me.
My lover, my life, stay with me forever and ever more,
from the seas we sail, to the ground we walk, with your love, with your love let us soar.
May 2014 · 229
To Us (Part 1)
Nomad May 2014
To my dear, my love, and my life,
to the girl that I hope, will one day be my wife.
‘Tis Valentine’s day again, and I answer the call,
I present to you, pure and simple, my heart all in all.
Look well my dear, and hear it’s drumming,
it sings a song, a love song for you, for you it is humming.
I’ve kept this aside, for you my dear,
because when I’m with you, with you I have no fear.
I walk chest out and chin up, because I’m a lucky *******, that I am,
I have you and you have me, anyone else I could give a ****.
‘Scuse my language, I know you hate it so,
But I think it’s about time I showed the world how far our love can go.
Through the stretch of time and space, out to eternity,
God knew, it had to be just you, just you for me.
He sent you down, to meet me here,
My skies were dark, cloudy and all, yet you came with the sun and made it clear.
Your eyes shown, they pierced through it all, the gloom and doom.
You danced into my life and then it was just you and me, dancing in that room.
You led my feet, you held my hand, you kept my eyes, you heard my cry,
you told me to stay and I did, where you went so did I,
where I went there you were, right by my side.
I’m so lucky to have you, here in my life,
so here’s to the girl that I hope, will one day be my wife.
Back during valentines, I wrote and wrote and wrote, and I couldn't stop.
So here, to you, enjoy these lines, these lines not too few.
May 2014 · 394
My Wish To You! (Ladies)
Nomad May 2014
Hello deary, just how are you on this lovely day?
On this day, where love is abound and in abundance,
Just what is it that you want?
A man to hold you every single day, to tell you that he loves you only you and completely?
A man who’ll stand by your side, a shoulder to cry on, a person who’ll make you laugh when you are down?
A man who’ll sing a tune, who’ll fall helpless and hopelessly in love with you everyday, and counts himself lucky to finally be with someone as perfect as you?
Perhaps you want more, a man who will be your other half, as the expression goes,
a person who’ll give you anything and everything, so much more than a simple rose.
What ever kind of man that you seek for, I wish you the best.
And that lucky fool of a man, passes your test.
May he be everything that want and need,
may he be strong and upright, against the world’s corruption and greed.
He’ll stay faithful to you even if it means turning his best friends if they put you down,
He’ll love everything about you, from the bottom of your toes to the tip of your crown.
For he’ll say to himself everyday, this is her, my queen of my heart,
I will make my vow and never shall we part.
For he’ll count his lucky stars, his blessings, and all,
he’ll be there right by your side, and would never ever let you fall.
These are the words of truth, to you from me,
I hope that that lucky man will love you now to eternity.
Perhaps you haven’t yet found your Mr. Right,
you've looked high and low, yet no one yet, try as you might.
I want you to hold tight, don’t give up hope!
I want you to hold your head up high, don’t you dare go and mope!
You are perfect, an angel from heaven, sent from up above,
don’t worry your pretty little head my dear, I know you’ll find your love.
I hope you’ll keep this letter, and it’ll still be here in your time of need,
listen well and do take heed!
You are lovely, in everything you do,
listen to me, for this is true.
You speak the words that break the heart of stone,
your laughter and love is apparent, this you have shown.
There is no reason that a man shouldn't love you
for you are perfect in everything you do.
You've a big heart, and it beats out loud for everyone to hear,
Love will find you, don’t you worry my dear.
I've rambled on for too long,
it’s time that I've ended this song.
Please know that this is from the bottom of my heart,
I've loved you from the start.
Whoever you become, several years from now, where ever you do roam,
just know there’s some one here, that loves you right here at home.
May God guide you to find your Mr. Right,
Happy Valentine’s day dear, keep shining, shining your light.
Today is Valentine’s Day, another one has come and gone,
gifts were exchanged, hugs and kisses expressed, now life goes on.
Now don’t you fret if you've yet to find love,
you’ll find your match, the one you've been dreaming of.
Keep on the faith, and never lose hope,
For when love comes along, think fast and grab the rope!
For your love will come fast and so unexpected, how could you be ready?
There’s a reason why they call it Serendipity.
When you find the one, the only, that angel from up above,
you’ll feel real peace, such comfort, much better than a glove.
I want you to enjoy every second, for life’s too short to just let it slip by,
this is a message to every girly girl and the manly guy.
No matter how and where,
the point is that it’s found you there.
You’ll find your love, perhaps through trial and error,
but know that you, and you just couldn't be fairer.
You should be treated as you should,
because you've given your love, as much as you could.
Don’t give them a chance to take you for granted cause you’re worth so much more,
the moment you know you aren't going no where fast, drop everything, let it hit the floor.
I pray that on the broken road to finding love, when you've finally see it simple and clear,
that you’ll persevere through every pain of a broken heart and every fallen tear.
I hope you the best in finding your love, your angel, your everything, your all in all,
And I hope you fall,
Fall in to the Arms of Love,
To the person whom it’s is meant to be.
Who’ll love you forever, into eternity, continuously, unconditionally, beautifully, perfectly, merrily, from sea to shining sea.
This has been a letter of Love, to you, from me.
Back when It was Valentines. I wrote and wrote, and didn't stop. So do enjoy. For every word I said, I meant, and I mean this to be for you.
May 2014 · 239
Hushed Words, Unspoken
Nomad May 2014
Hello my love, my sweet, my flower, my dear,
I love you. I love our talks and whispers, that only we can hear.
I love holding your hand, walking together just you and me.
Knowing that it’s your love that sets me free.
People may whisper and talk bad about us,
but it’s out of ignorance and jealousy that they rack up a fuss.
They want what they do not have, and that is love.
Sweet, simple, unconditional, and eternal that was sent from above.
You are my angel, now and forever,
you've no idea how happy I am when we’re together.
In a crowded room I steal glances at you to catch your eyes
looking back at mine,
I look through it all ignore any and everyone in my way,
just to see your eyes shine.
Your smile it captures my heart hostage and I give in without a fight,
because you have my love and with that I know you are right.
You hold it and never let me go,
I love you more, more than you know.
Nomad May 2014
I've decided to take this empty space, and fill it with words of love,
So hear now, my sweet angel, and listen for it’s you that I speak of.
I wish you well, in your many years of life,
I hope you’ll find the man, who’ll call you his wife.
Take these words, and take it to heart,
Then you've found your love, may nothing ever tear you apart,
Through struggles, and trials, through much pain and fallen tears,
Know the love of friendship, the love from your peers.
They stand by you, without judgment nor blame,
Know that you are still as amazing when you leave them, and just as amazing as you came.
They’ll help you, and guide you, shape the person you are today,
Know that the love of a friend, is always there to stay.
Look upon this letter, and what ever more that you may need me to send,
to reassure, my dear, that love will find you in the end.
Whether your knight comes soon, in shining armor, gleaming and all,
or perhaps later, when returned from the call,
I pray that he’ll look after you, and love you for what you are,
because you’ll be his angel, his love, his shining star.
So here I end this poem for you,
That you’ll find the man that’s worth his salt,
and will eventually earn your earnest,
“I do.”
May 2014 · 482
A Good Day For Rain
Nomad May 2014
It's a good day to rain,
when I don't see you again,
it makes me just,
that much sadder.

You're the sun, making me feel warm,
inside and out,
you've got my head spinning,
I say this without a doubt.

You're a breath of fresh air,
when you're around,
you're the whispering wind,
that glides without a sound.

But it's only a good day for rain,
when you're not around,
because then my heart's heavy,
and you aren't there to help hold it,
because you can't be found.

Ah what a shame,
what a shame,
seven years to this day,
is when you went away,
never to return from up, up above,
so soon,
my first true love.

I miss you, I will, and always,
for when you're not here,
it seems I see only rainy days.

So long dear sun,
never to return to me,
fare thee well oh love, mon cheri,
I hope you're up there, watching over me.

For today,
as everyday,
is A good day for rain.
May 2014 · 175
One more time
Nomad May 2014
Time
so much and so little,
how we play out the strings,
like on a small fiddle.

The tune is sweet,
some times it's abysmal,
it's a love song, but a damning riddle.

Ah how it plays with us,
saying we have plenty,
only to find, how fast it fills,
even when we're still empty.

Time,
what a wonderful,
precious thing,
we always need more,
when we just need understanding.

Time well wasted,
is when i'm with you,
time elsewhere, with others, oh it just wouldn't do.

So here I sit,
far across the room from you,
how much time have I wasted,
not knowing what to do.

Just want,
want,
need,
one more time.

Before we leave.
May 2014 · 421
Try me! I Dare ya!
Nomad May 2014
Ding ding!
The round has started,
so put'em up,
let's see what you're made of,
how long 'till you give up!

Go ahead!
Knock me down!
Shut me up!
You won't see this boy give up!

Come on!
One more time!
Your punches ain't hardly,
worth a dime!

C'mon, c'mon!
I'm gettin' really bored!
Here, let's make it interesting,
I'll even give you a sword!

Careful now, the thing is sharp!
It ain't like what you're used to,
the strings of a harp!

Ha ha, haha!
Now it's getting fun,
now it's really time,
this fight has really begun!

Ooo! Getting close now,
you almost had me there,
watch it, watch it!
You'll mess up my hair!

**** me, and my cheery attitude,
c'mon, c'mon, relax!
Gotta take it easy dude!

Alright alright,
no more playing around,
I'll win this fight in two more moves,
and you'll be out, nice and sound.

G'night! G'night!
Sweet dreams, sweet dreamer!
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee!
Whoa, that was fast, way too easy!

Alright round 2, c'mon step right on up!
Let's see how far you get,
before you give up?

So try me, I dare ya, and I'll show you what I'm made of,
I'm made of faith, obedience, and loyalty,
but most of all,
with love.
May 2014 · 255
For Want? For Shame!
Nomad May 2014
For want of a better body,
you traded your health instead,
you traded so much, too much,
that in the end you look quite dead.

For want to be, with the times of history,
you picked up the joint and smoked a few,
and now you can't see clearly.

For want to be tough, and protected at the same time,
you wanted to make quick cash the easy way,
instead of hard work to make the dime.

For want of the pleasures,
that this sorry world does have to offer,
you can't tell what's real anymore,
isn't that just a whopper?

For want of something,
you traded more than your share,
you'll lay it all down on the table, no holding back,
now why would you lie so bare?

Because we want something in return,
and never get enough,
we always think we're hot-shots,
till someone calls our bluff.

For shame, for shame,
traditional values have been lost,
for want of individuality,
we traded our morality, and oh at what the cost.

For shame, for shame,
we blame the politics,
we blame everyone else around,
but to us it never sticks.

For want, for shame,
we only have ourselves to blame.
May 2014 · 355
Along the Way
Nomad May 2014
Some where
along the way,
you have to pick and choose,
a place to stay.

Some how,
along the stay,
you'll pick up friends,
or lose some anyway.

You rest a while,
or run in place,
thinking maybe some how,
you'll leave a trail, or not a trace.

So you pick up your things,
and continue on your way,
because you've got a place to be,
and there's no more time to delay.

You move at first light,
at, indeed, the ****-crack of dawn,
through the hills and valleys,
through a neighbor hood of fresh cut lawn.

But somewhere along the way,
even with immense and terrible beauty,
you start to feel the weight of your bag on your shoulders,
and you wonder why you feel so lonely?

You have friends,
yes indeed it's true,
but there's not one yet,
who'll stand right beside you.

So some where along the way,
with a new found, driven goal,
you'll go out looking again,
to find someone who'll ease your soul.

You'll find treasures through the wreck,
peace within the storm,
you'll shout the echo of silence,
all in such an elegant and monstrous form.

You'll find this,
maybe him, maybe her, be that as it may,
you'll find this and more!

All along the way.
Apr 2014 · 189
Dear
Nomad Apr 2014
never never
never fear,
don't you worry
for I am here.

For you
and you,
and you alone,
I'm here for you,
so you'll never be alone.

Never ever,
ever fear,
for only for you,
I'll call you,
you,
my dear.
Apr 2014 · 837
Looks
Nomad Apr 2014
The ones they give,
to each other,
the ones they have,
to say, they love one another.

The ones with passing, with such a playful spirit,
it's the one with stars in their eyes,
and the heart on their sleeves, they proudly wear it.

Ah how they ask for kisses,
with nary a word,
how the song of love whistles,
much sweeter than any bird.

Be in sunshine, or rain,
in whispers or...rather profane.
They come on back to give each other,
a look.

That look of endearment,
ah such joy have they together,
how they know and believe,
that they'll survive no matter the weather.

How I long for a partner,
to give such a look,
however I find,
find them in only story books.

So lovers will be,
star crossed by the sea,
enkindled and intertwined,
when they look at each other,
they look to rewind.

For one more day, to stare at each other,
to have one more day, with their one,
their lover.

All from looks.
Apr 2014 · 524
Prom and a Picture
Nomad Apr 2014
A picture's worth a thousand words,
a picture that hangs up on a wall so bold,
is worth the fond memories, than the price of the frame, so I'm told.

At prom, no, even before that,
everyone was rushing this way, that way...
here...and there.
The dresses must be perfect, the suits all hemmed, work must be done,
even to the hair.

Silly people.

They were all getting ready, for the up and coming prom,
it seemed so dull,
but it came only once, to dress up was...wonderful.

So the day came, bells did toll,
hip hip hooray, we've made it to the goal.
The day was pleasant, at least enough to see,
the joys and smiles on the faces, of every-body.

The class of the year, has now gone their separate ways,
to take the pictures they needed to,
with out any further delays.

Ah the exuberance of youth,
the wiles and wonder of the able young bodies and spirits,
how I long for another day to be such again,
(ha old man, you're only yet so young my good man).

As I stood by the piers, the docks, the hills, the creeks and bends,
all I heard was laughter all around, and happy tears,
on one another's shoulders, the couples' heads depends.
Ah yes, I was happy for them.
Still am.

Ah their smiles,
I"ll never forget them now,
how they stood there watching each other,
like everything else, but, they didn't know how.
They lost their breath, they stood silent and trying to make a moment last forever,
Each of them just wanting,
a few more moments like this,
together.
Apr 2014 · 281
Child
Nomad Apr 2014
Child, that we still are,
we run and hide,
so near
but far.
We run and hide,
away from the hurt and the pain,
and what give us few.

We run and hide,
some reasons that are unclear.

Child, child, child.
You weep and I cry,
you lash out, toss and fit,
but so scared of the dark,
and the light.
And all you know is to either
run.
Or Fight.

Hide no more,
weep no longer,
fear nothing,
for when you go to God,
he will make you stronger.
The giants you fear
shall not bother you no more,
for the day shall break,
in His Glorious grace you'll hide no more.

Child.
Apr 2014 · 953
Sad Little King
Nomad Apr 2014
Sad. Little. King,
       sitting on his sad little hill,
all the toy soldiers,
practice their silent battle drill.
Sad
       Little
                King
So he tells me, just a poor little boy,
such as myself,
"Enjoy your life, don't wish for power or wealth,
no young lad, not even for yourself."
I remained silent, hoping for more,
only to be shown, the empty open door.
Sad
      Little
               King
He walks on the grassy hill,
that is his own.
But the sad little king, looked around,
and saw...
he's still alone.
Apr 2014 · 429
A Settled Mind
Nomad Apr 2014
When describing peace,
when all is said and done
when it's all so chaotic and all,
there's a certain remembrance,
if one remembers anything at all
One can't be certain,
on the certainty of certainship,
but only one can be certain of such relationship.
Have peace,
and know it well
my dear, dear friend,
the my sweet angel,
the angle who fell.

How I wish for you,
a sweet sound mind,
full of music and happiness, peace, and its kind,
I love you completely,
with each and every breath.

So I ask you now,
won't you take my hand,
and never part from me,
even in death?
Apr 2014 · 173
The Words
Nomad Apr 2014
That aren't said,
mean the most.
For when misinterpreted,
the love you once knew,
will be nothing more than a ghost.

If not already.

They're all used up,
to the point of exhaust.
Thy're said to the few,
but too much,
and is lost.
Apr 2014 · 216
That Day When...
Nomad Apr 2014
We've all had that day...
when we've got our first something.
Our first allowance,
pet,
home,
kiss.

Ah what a feeling
the feeling of bliss.

Those are the days that we should,
oh we really should reminisce.

It's those times that made us cry, laughing as our guts were on the floor,
it's the times we ran ourselves, straight into the door.
The ones where we were fools, just trying to get by,
the ones that makes us regret, ever saying good-bye.

That day,
when we finally realize,
those days are in the past,
that day when we realize, there's no way to make it all last.

O r  is there?
Why, a picture's worth a thousand words, why waste it on your selfies?
When you have friends and scenery alike, to hang up as your trophies?
You think it's worth keeping, a small little memory like those days,
because there aren't too many times you can have memory replays.

That day when you're old,
crippled and aged, no longer young and beautiful as you were,
is the day you must admit, did you waste your life away, or did you cause quite the stir?
Did you stir in people's hearts, your compassion and understanding?
Or will people remember you, if they can, as heartless and demanding?

That's the day you come to terms with yourself,
perhaps a day much too late,
where you realize, uh oh, no more shiny gate.

I'm not waiting for that day,
as I make them my moment anyway.
I share them with others, as best as I can,
because I'm just one, fragile little man.

I can't wait to see heaven, with all my friends and family around,
to hear the glorious trumpets, all ringing with that beautiful sound.

Remember that day.
Do you remember that day?
Don't you wish for it again?
It'll be that day....when?
Apr 2014 · 201
Remember?
Nomad Apr 2014
Remember what it's like?

To lay down in the sun?
Just knowing, that for a moment's rest, that even this you fought and won?
The soft smooth blanket, of warmth upon your skin,
the great warm feeling, simply settling in.

Then came the breeze, and how it soothed the small little scorches,
it almost made you feel, like back on the ol' time porches!
And how the two came together, fit hand in hand indeed,
then you cracked a smile, allowing rest and sleep, to proceed.

Alas, the rest was short, however long it actually was,
before you heard the commotion, and stirred to the buzz.
No one around, your secret little haven, your shrine, your own,
but felt a slight shiver, a shiver to the bone.
A storm was approaching, and fast it came too!
You were a bit ways from home, and didn't know what to do!

So you ran towards cover, the rain began to pour,
it was a shame, and a blessing, it was only nothing more.
So you ran towards a tree, not knowing where else to go,
but you weren't alone as you thought, little did you know.

The first thunder was heard, and you already soaked wet,
I can remember it now, you would blush if you saw yourself that day I bet.
The next clap came loudly, a flash through the sky,
that very tree let loose, a small boy who then on the ground he'd lie.

Well we gave each other quite the fright,
you yelled, if not screamed, quite loudly, at the rather odd little sight.
I backed up fast, as to not scare you more,
only to hit the very tree, that gave me that painful sore.

The rain is still coming,
there's no where to run,
thankfully for us,
it was a friendship, just waiting to be begun.

Remember?
Apr 2014 · 294
Little Things
Nomad Apr 2014
Like the memories of sleeping until noon,
where all you had to do, was smile and do good, and you're home real soon.
Learn a little something, it wasn't too bad,
you got to see your friends, weren't you glad?

That little park, with swings so small now,
you used to think you could touch the sky, but you don't know how.
That little place, over by the creek,
it's where you and the others hung out, each and every summer week.

It's the small thing you notice every time that you pass,
now it's all gone, covered with stained window glass.
You never knew what you had, was actually gold,
you never really knew, the treasure you had, had the privilege to hold.

The dog you had, now dead and gone, so long, so long,
now you miss it's dreaded howling song.
Those friends you had in High School, eh, they were okay,
some were best dropping, it was better off that way.
But some you wish, you could see one last time,
oh how sweet that would be, much more melodious than any rhyme.

The little things count, from every step and smile of the day,
everything counts, in some little way.
So watch for the little things,
aye the children too,
because they know not what it means to live and miss the little things,
just like you do.

Those little things.
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