How It Used To Be

I remember how it used to be
when nothing else matter but you and me
music, country roads, and future dreams.
I miss you, I wish you could see
although you are here, I miss you and me.
I remember when you said how happy I made you
and you really meant it...now, it's just a phrase
you say without thinking.
I miss those days when you'd call just to say "hi"
or "I love you"...the days it was so hard
just to say good-bye for a while.
I remember how wonderful it felt the first time
you held me in your arms-and how after all those
years you still made my heart melt.
I miss the old you- and the old me
The old us that could just sit and talk for hours
and never run out of things to say.
I remember when time simply stood still-
when in each other's arms is the only place
we wanted to be...forever.
I miss us as I remember how it used to be...
when nothing else matter but you and me.

Wind Walker

Across from the mountains, A little house sits in the tree's,
I'm lost in tranquility, As my soul tries to breath.
White clouds moving slowly, The breeze a calm still,
I'm caught in the moment, As my heart starts to heal.
A piece of me, In the startling blue sky, As I spread my wings,
My soul starts to fly.
I fly to unknown places, Where pain and hurt once dwelled,
As the memories flow pass me, My eyes start to swell.
Tear drops drip slowly, Down my cheeks,
The wind wipes them dry, And gives me some peace.
Soaring so free, Over water and land,
My Spirit Guide gently, Takes me by my hand.
He shows me what was, And what's meant to be,
And why my life, Is so important it seems.
A long soar, Like the eagle high,
I bow my head, And I start to cry. Back on the land, Across from the tree's, I began to realize, What healing means.
It mean's not to forget, Let the past flow, Of all the horrors,
One soul had to go. To take the strengths, And apply them to life,
Is a valuable lesson, I've learnt this flight.
Alone in the sunset, I watch it go down,
When I finally realize, What peace I have found.

The Journey

One day I took a walk with my father and daughter. 
My father had just turned 70 and I myself turned 27, my daughter was in her first year of life. 
We were all born in the same month all within eight days of each other. 
I got to thinking of life and how right here stood two men and a daughter all on life's journey but at different stages. 
First you have a young girl starting life's journey, with hungry eyes and eager to learn, with a whole life not yet lived, hopes and dreams not yet discovered. Then you have a young to middle aged man who is in the middle of life's journey with desperate eyes and fighting hard to make his hopes and dreams a reality, the past put aside and the future almost in his grasp. 
Finally you have the older man at the end of life's journey, with tired eyes and a humble sprit, a wealth of knowledge of a hard life lived and trying to adjust, because his body can't hold up the way it used to. 
Remembering the fight and how he faired with dreams fulfilled but not yet wanting to give up and so he makes room for more. 
Three human bound by life, love, and the same family name. 
My Father, my daughter, and I.

Thank you Daddy

Thank you for being there
Every step of the way
Thank you for guiding me
When I went astray
Thank you for your kisses
When I was afraid at night
Thank you for comforting me
When I got a fright
Thank you for everything and anything you did
Throughout my whole life
Thank you for being my whole world
Thank you for my life
But most of all I thank you 
For everything you've done
Because there wouldn't be a me
Without a you, Dad !!!

Bed Of Clouds

I sleep in the clouds, dream in the sky,
I'll keep dreaming as life passes me by,
I think my dreams keep me sane,
I dream of happiness, a life without pain,
some people say I'm stuck in this place,
and I'll never go anywhere,
but in my dreams I've already been there,
I know some day I'll have to wake up,
but I feel the real world is more like a nightmare,
I'm safe in my closed eye wonderland,
this poem goes to all the dreamers that understand,
no matter what they say...
keep your dreams but don't dream your life away, 

Remembrance

Has anyone ever thought like this? The way I think when I think about you? I see you so clearly your eyes, your mouth, your nose, everything about you is so clear. I still feel your arm wrapped tight around me. our hands clasped, your thumb rubbing circles on mine. I feel you calloused hands on my back and I hope you feel mine. I want to see you will I ever be able to?
Has anyone ever been in such agony over someone? Is this pain even bearable? I hear your voice saying my name and making it sound beautiful. I hear our conversations over and over in my head. Do you hear them to? I want to hear your voice. Will I ever get the chance to? 
Has anyone ever felt the way I felt when we first touched? It was ever so brief yet something happened, then you couldn't keep your hands off me. You touch my head, hair waist, arm, and hands. I still feel every one of them and when I remember them I wonder if you remember them to? I want to touch you again will I ever get to?

SOULS AND GRAVES

The colors of their faces,
The tears that they shed.
The writing on the walls,
Their parents nearly dead. 
They sleep with their eyes open,
They cry with their eyes closed.
They pray without god’s presence, 
And without a soul to hold.
Who will cover their wounded faces, so that their young-ones won’t be afraid?
Who will notice the children’s’ shattering faces, when they stand near their parent’s unmarked grave?
God’s presence is nowhere, so the children don’t believe. 
THEY LISTEN TO EACH OTHER’S STORIES OF WOUNDED SOULS AND GRAVE. 
They speak, in a low voice, as though their spirit was drained away.
A piece of their heart is missing,
It’s rotting out there to decay. 
They step out into the light,
To see the tyranny of their acts.
They notice each other’s fright,
Now their just a fact.
They are left with no words, only the horrors of their past.
The slaughter, the rape, the torture.
That the Sudanese government had cast.
It is written upon their faces,
Through scars and through tears.
Now all the genocide cases,
Won’t compare to this modern year’s.
They walk upon the Darfur ground.
To visit their once-upon- a-time homes.
To search for a quiver, to search for a sound.
To look upon the distance.
To search for the bodies never found…
They will never forget.
They can forgive.
But the people who have died.
Will never relive.
So that questions their motives.
And what they want to do,
To try and be peaceful.
Or to become one of the few…
To rise against the many.
And to do the same. 
To take the life of any. 
To start a new game.
But they don’t need to kill.
They only want to be free.
To make life still.
To make them want to see.
But {they} are just tyrants of war and of politics.
That set people apart.
Just by their statistics. 
The little girl can’t find her mother.
And the young boy has no brother.
But now they can unite.
To join 
And to fight.
To rise.
So that they can fall.
Once again.
Once and for all. 

Dancing Trees

Take a moment to notice
The beauty of the trees.
Sit and take a look
At the dancing leaves.
Note the little child
Laughing, playing with a toy.
Always so full of energy;
Humongous amounts of joy.
Don't crush the insects,
Who are 1/1000ths of your weight.
They may creep up your path,
But don't decide their fate.
Life's not about avoiding storms.
Instead, dance in the rain.
The Earth is so beautiful;
Why must we cause it's pain?
Take time off your busy schedule
To glance at the starry night.
Because nature is genius.
So pretty, such a sight!

learn a lesson from nature

I watch the waves crash in, breaking on the shore
All their anger dispensed on the oceans floor
I look at the sky so blue, sun shining so bright
Spreading heat and happiness with its blinding light
Long blades of grass swaying in the gentle breeze
Dancing in rhythm with so much ease
Look up at the trees hearing the singing of the birds
Happily chirping singing at ease without words
Sitting here holding my knees to my chest
Watching and hearing nature at it s best
I ponder how Nature could get it so right
When we have let Natures lessons get so out of sight
We hold our anger, let our happiness slip away
Making our survival a struggle each and every day
We have forgotten the little things that mean so much
Like the laughter, the freedom, and someone’s loving touch
If only I could make people stop, watch and listen to Natures tale
We could all sit back happily and our world would not be so frail
In each others existence in harmony we could all survive
I’m sure like the sun, wind, tree, and birds our lives we could revive
If only we let nature take its course in each and every one of us each day and night
As I sit and ponder how Nature got it so right and we lost all sight.

Without Her Love

What has happened is never spoken
And everything around me has been broken
There's no words, just silence.
Hate, but no violence
Sadness, without tears
Humans, without fears.
When will the ground break?
Where is the open gate?
Slowly, the darkness creeps
But still, no one weeps.
All are withering
Hearts are shriveling.
This world has grown cold
There's no one left to hold.
I fear that I too will join them soon
Just when the light fades from the moon.
My beloved has been turned into a dove
And now I know what becomes of this world, 
Without her love.

Fake Drug

I shed too many tears and wasted too much time thinking of you

I devoted so much time to you 
In return all I got where my own tears
Nights I couldn’t sleep
I ask over and over
What am I doing wrong
But then I realize that it was you the whole time
I gave you my smile and you almost gave me a child
Every time you needed me I gave into you like a drug
And I suffer the side effects alone in my bedroom
Were you last left me with out a sound
Was this another hit it and quit it
Cause I haven't heard from you in a minute now
And its getting pretty late
I'm just surprised you haven't checked up on me
Should've thought twice before I overdosed on you
Cause you were the fake shit
But since I've already opened you up and saw what was really inside 
it was too late
I was ripped off but now I'm screwed cause there's no refunds

Troubles of Life

Life may be hard,
and life may be cruel,
But people beware,
'cause your no fool.
You make hard decisions, 
and have many fights,
You make few wrongs, 
but you make more rights.
Life is not easy,
and it's sure not fair,
But hopefully it's bearable,
knowing I'm there.
You have lack in your faith,
and fear in your heart,
Of what's been decided, 
and you've no part.
But your strong people,
and you make your own path,
Your worries will end,
and you'll suffer no wrath.
Your path is your own,
and yours alone,
You've been given a second chance,
smile and bring cheer,
And dance a happy dance.

Life

Swiss of color, fabric of silk 

Breakfast as simple as cornflakes and milk

Occults fascinate and horror chills
Just another teenager trying to find more thrills
Beaches of white, Ocean of blue
The love of my life and it's true
Nature and music entwine as one
Homework, papers and books are never done
Friends misunderstand, that's what I can't stand
Why don't they take me as I am?
I rebel but with a cause
To change all within me that is flawed.
Understand me it's not that hard
Emotions play a very BIG part
Thoughts of mine fly like color in time
Sing song of harmony that fall in rhyme
Try to understand me that's all I ask
Try to understand me and this too shall pass

My Life

The things I've seen will scar me for life,

growing up I've seen wrong and very little of right,
I hear a sad song and tears roll down my face,
I look in the mirror and feel so out of place,
I don't want to become something larger than life,
I want to become something real and so right,
do they understand am I understood,
can life be better I wish that it could, 
before I make a decision I always think twice,
they say what can I do to help you feel better 
I say nothing because this is my life

A Soldier Died Alone

A midst the desert sands dawnings just begun, battle rages on, bombing veils the rising sun.

A boy not yet a man holds a picture to his heart, of loved ones not forgotten though oceans keep them apart.
Called to serve his country, land of freedom home of brave, risking his existence for the lives that he may save.
Concealing his dismay he holds his head up high, his arms embrace a trusted friend watching him slowly die.
A boy he is no more, on that day there stood a man,
his heart filled with rage, his mind fights to understand.
Raised to be a man of God, taught thou shalt not kill,
now placed upon the battlefield where there tis his only will.
Resting beneath the sunset, wounded he dreams of home,
lying on the desert's floor a soldier died alone.

Eternal Love

I stand alone on the sandy beach 

my tears flowing into the sea 
because I know you’re out of reach 
and no longer here with me
You looked so handsome laying there
In eternal sleep forever
The pain I hide is too much to bare
I want us to be together
But I am needed on this lonely land
for a little longer at least
to help and guide the people I love
giving them reassurance and peace
so I’ll be on the shoreline here
to cry more tears over you
On your birthday every year
to celebrate our love so true
Until it's time to meet once more
to hold and love one another
as we did all those years ago 
when I was your friend and lover.

After Foreve

There is nothing stay forever .. but after Forever .. We usually Fall in the  Cry .. Silence from Afar

My Paintbrush

I keep my paint brush with me wherever I may go,

IN case I need to cover up so the real me doesn’t show. 
I’m so afraid to show you me, 
'Fraid of what you'll do-that you might laugh or say mean things. 
I'd like to remove all my painted coats to show you the real true me, 
but I want you to understand, 
I need you to accept me for what you see, 
so if you'll be patient and close your eyes. 
I'll strip off all my coats real slow. 
Please understand how much it hurts. 
TO let the real me show. 
Now my coats are all stripped off. 
I feel naked, bare and cold, 
And if you still love me with all that you see, 
You are my friend, pure as gold. 
I need to save my paintbrush, though, and hold it in my hand. 
I want to keep it handy In case somebody doesn’t understand. 
So please protect me, my dear friend 
And thanks for loving me true. 
You made me feel so happy. 
And I am no longer blue.