A sad one for today, a forgotten veteran's lament. Let us remember each day, that a new law passed takes a freedom away from somebody and it is a freedom that the veterans fought so we could have it. The title is"Lucky?"People call me a lucky one, because I did survive,they tell me wonderful it must be to still be aliveand that God has saved me for some other deed;it all shows their fear of death, vanity, and greed.Am I blessed to have the memory of such a war,haunted by dreams of brothers' deaths and more?To live to see people give rights for which we foughtto see restrictions placed on speech and thought?Lucky to be cast aside when they were through,to be left to die alone, no further use to all of you?To have broken my mind and body over therejust to find out it was for people who do not care?I went off as a warrior to fight for things I believebut in reality was just a puppet they did deceive.Would it not have been better to in battle fall?I would be at least a name on that black wall.

I wrote this yesterday and posted it on a picture that a dear lady had posted of a hummingbird, thought I would share it with you today.Tiny, frail, and beautiful, you light upon my finger,I stare in awe and wonderment as for a while you linger,drinking in each moment for I know you can not stay long;to the world you seem weak, but to me you are so strong.I am much bigger with strength to use as this life I faceyet you face it all with just your beauty and your grace.What a strong and courageous thing for one so small to do,know my little hummingbird, that I am deeply in awe of you.

The Peonies today, finally opened their soft pink bloomsand I cut a few of them to place some in all the rooms.The color reminds of your lips for which I do so desirethe gentleness and softness with ne'er a thorn or brierof your gentle heart and the way you make me wish to be.Their strong stems of the strength that you give to meand even the bush itself, some would say the dullest partis so full of life and giving just like your precious heart.I hesitated to bring them inside where I could always seebut with those reminders I wanted them close to me.

You have only to speak to me and my heart races wildI find myself staring and stuttering like a nervous child.The slightest glance into those most beautiful eyeswill cause my mind to go blank as me they mesmerizeI long to feel your gentle touch so soft on my bare skineven though it fans the raging desires I must hide within.There is that wondrous aroma that somehow stays behindand fills my heart with smiles and stays there in my mind.I am sure that is the way that it will be until the very endfor sadly for me, you will always regard me as just a friend.

I tried to ignore the sounds but then it happenedThis pierced, tattooed singer that was singing Punkin a way that made them sound like they were drunk.no doubt they knew all along they were not greatbut still they were brave enough to risk the rate.They sang with happiness to get the chance to tryrisking rejection they sang,a happy tear in the eyeIt made my heart glad, though the musics not my styleand I found myself listening with a great big smilethen the judges one by one did mow them downshredding their smile and turning it into a frown.They could have judged and not have to be so cruelthey made the singer feel like such an awful foolHappy tears replaced with those of enduring painmaybe to never burst forth in happy song again.As they ran from the stage with the tears they criedI wondered,"What if Janis Joplin on the show tried?"Even the pitiful attempts that I might make to singcan indeed be a very wondrous and joyful thingif we are wise enough to simply make the choice to listen to the happy heart and not the voice.

I find myself adrift alone upon the endless seasearching the horizon for one that will rescue meI bake in the heat of the loneliness that is thereand try my best to not be overcome with despair.Just enough hope to wet my mouth and stay deathprolonging this agony with each and every breath.I see the ones with untrue hearts in the water thereswimming without the slightest concern or careand could use one to sate this hunger of so longbut know they are illusion, just a passing siren songHow I long to taste the company of one so very trueand wonder with each passing day if it could be you?

I know that you are not really the you that I seethat you are mixture of truth and my own fantasyAlthough you are only being the you that's realmy mind filters it all because of the way I feelin others we look for what we truly expect to findand this prejudice can leave us wrong and blindIf we look for good then good there will surely bebut if is bad we look for then the bad we will seeand we might never know the person that is youwithout much time to filter out the stuff that is true.When you meet someone, try to not judge too fast,take a little time until you see the real them at last.

You are in the room, they enter and look you in the eyethen turn aside and without notice quickly pass you by.If they were some stranger, you likely do not even care,if a friend, you may wonder why, when they saw you there,if a lover did this, you wonder if they are angry or what,was it something you said or some thing that you forgot?Have you noticed that things in others you would ignoredone by a friend or lover can make you hurt and sore?It seems that it should be the other way around to me,so I got to wondering why this way it might indeed be.Perhaps it is what we think it says they feel about us,that makes us hurt and causes such a harmful fuss;sometimes it is the unseen harm we fear it will do them,this foolish thing they seem to do on the slightest whim.I have observed it so often and find it to be so very trueso I thought I would pass this found knowledge on to you.

The apple blossoms are all gone from the trees nowthe Rhodendroms bloom in the pasture of the cowthe Honeysuckle scents the gentle breeze at nightfilling the senses with sensations of the purest delight,covered with promises of white are the blackberries tooletting us know the delicious treasures that will ensue.The roses' fragrance drift in through the window every dayand fill the house's every room in the most delightful way.As we lay here in the evening wrapped in the other's arms,and I am willingly seduced by your beauty and your charms,I can think of no greater gift that life could ever give to methan being here with the one I love, being here with Thee.

I have put men well asunder,even gutted them with a knifein struggles that were indeed the matter of death and lifeWhile I can fight to defend myself and if need be can killI never harm others needlessly and I know that I never will,yet I see others who destroy lives over nothing of import;the feel of being powerful, money, and things of that sort.It will all pass away with them in the end, you well knowthere will be no good left that history will wish to show.We seem to reward such behavior as we just let it persistand most are too afraid to fight or in any way dare resist.Women say the want a man with a good and true heart but for a man with money most will this kind man depart,never thinking that the money show a heart that's taintedtheir world with the grief and agony of others is painted,for any gained by other than a fair exchange of endeavoris a harmful thing that will leave scars for another forever.Think about your actions and what they say to othersit is up to us, fathers, mothers, sisters,friends,brothersto set things right for others as well as for ourselves,to bring back the morals that seem to be up on shelvesand create a place where children can be safe to playand know we set examples to help them on their way.

This poem is the results of"If you ever see me getting my hopes up or starting to trust another woman, you have my permission to blow my brains out; I clearly am not using them."I caught myself hoping today, as I thought of youand thought what a stupid, foolish thing for me to do.One as lovely as yourself and by so many wantedwill never notice me, but still the thought me haunted.Why should you ever want me, for my good is hiddenand many years on this sold pinning world I've ridden.By this time I should be wise enough to surely knowthat it is alone through it, I am doomed to always goyet from somewhere deep inside me this hope growsand will lead me to pain again, heaven surely knows.Why can I not stop myself from having this dreamI am my own worse enemy it does sometimes seem.Just a reminder that we never know how deeply we may be affecting the life of another.

The morning sun reveals her beauty there for me to seeA Rose whose magnificence surpassed could never be.Behold her beads of moisture as they twinkle in the lightevidence left from how she spent this cool summer nightthe way her petals give way to even my slightest touchthier smooth softness is very seductive, but not too muchHer fragrance greets my nose with an intoxicating smellthat of this love of mine for her, a story it seems to tellas my tongue penetrates those pedals and goes deepseeking her sweet nectar she gladly offers for me to keepI am forever thankful that nature and bit of luck, I supposegave a butterfly like me the fortune to find this precious rose.Giving me nectar as in symbiosis we fill each others' needsand I in turn pollinate her so she can bear her futures seeds.

I was an orphaned boy who had barely turned all of elevendestined on my way it seemed to anyplace except heavenSmoking, cussing, fighting, and running so free and wildforced to be more of a man, no time to be a foolish child.I had received no compassion from any of those that I metno acts of kindness or mercy shown to me, I will not forgetShe was thirty-five, the unwed mother of a bouncing little boyhe was her very reason, the source of all her pride and joyto feed and provide for him she labored her life slowly awaylong hard hours in the hot summer sun just to earn her payeach alone in a lonely bitter world we two did one day meetand found a memory filled with love and passion so sweetshe taught me tenderness and sensuality could feel goodand took my innocence in payment for a trip into manhoodbut we both won in the exchange, I think I more than shefor she changed the way I looked at life and who I would beit was a chance meeting and her work took her far awaywithout the means to follow her there, I was forced to staysome say what she did was a crime and is a crying shamebut I knew from that time on that I would not be the sameand I thank her still for the compassion she freely gaveknowing now that this hell bent life she did surely save.

The sacrifice a soldier makes is not only his perhaps his life, but also the time away from family, the family pays this price as well; so let us remember all who have suffered to give us freedom.They were throwing me a party with cake and ice creamwith all of the trimmings of which any kid could dream,a lot of people bringing gifts that were just for me.I was almost as happy as a person could beI was turning six years old and quite a scrapping ladand everyone was there that day, well except for Dad.I signed up for little league and thought it would be fun.I loved to hear the people cheer when I hit a run,went all the way to the finals and I got to play.I hit the winning run for the team upon that day,they all called me a champion and I was very gladeveryone was there that day, well except for Dad.When I graduated high school and got my degree,they were all as proud of me as they could ever be.All sit in that blazing sun and listened for my name,knowing that after this my life would not be the same.Some thought it was such a good thing, others found it sadand everyone was there that day, well except for Dad.I can not hold it against him the times he went away.He told me once it was the price that he just had to pay.I know he would love to have been there and all those thing seen,but he had his duties as a United States Marine.Be very thankful for the liberty that have you had,for people do pay for it daily, just like my Dad.I understand the life he chose and I follow it tooI now take his place in ranks and do what he use to do,along with so many others who miss so many thingsto make sure that you are safe and freedom's bell always rings.I proudly do my duty but admit it makes me sadto know my boy's at home with everyone but Dad.

A poem that I wrote a while back, but am posting for this Holiday.A SoldierA soldier fights, a soldier dies ....a family mourns, a widow cries....some will praise what he bravely did....and honor the memory of this valiant kid....some will say,"oh what a shame"....and within the week forget his name....some will say its all for naught....not thinking of what his life bought....some will spit upon his grave....and criticize the life he gave....but he chose this path,not on a whim....he fought and died for all of them....To those that at funerals do protest....saying that all soldiers they detest....You may curse at those that mourn the loss....in the name of him upon the cross....he that re-attached a soldiers ear....he did not curse, he did not jeer....you say you know how he would feel...that he would hurt instead of heal....I think that only time will tell....and surely you will burn in hell....for if you think the Lord's that way....a heavy price you'll eternally pay....and as that soldier watches from above....his aching heart still filled with love....then you'll know and you will see....that he did it all for you and me... .

The morning poem, sort of a story type one to start the weekend and while you enjoy the holiday, please remember those who gave and give their time with their families, their blood, sweat and tears, even their lives; so that you can live in peace.Picking up the receiver I give a courteous"Hello""I need you dear." says a voice that I well know.Struggling hard to find the exact words to say"Given time it too will pass and you will be okay."" I do not think so for you haunt even my dreamsand are my every thought these days it seems.""There will be another enchanted by your faceand he shall soon these thoughts of yours replace.Just get some sleep and please, do take care."" I hate it at night knowing that you are over there,the distance is so small yet feels so very long.""You will be okay, you just have to be strong.""I love the sound of your voice and all you say,how you make me feel and that calming way.I could stay and talk to you all night through.""That is something that we should never do,besides I really must be going as you know.""I know, I know, I just wanted to hear your voice.""Be safe" I hung up the phone having no choice."And I will be in love with you" I said"my life through""and wish with all my heart, you could have been true."

Passion speaks of need and tenderness of desire,both can surely fan the spark of love into a raging fire.It seems they are needed for a relationship to last,for one without both will become a thing of the past.Sometimes when I see you a feeling come over meand I wish to ravage you like the animal that we bebut other times I want to just hold you in my armskeep you warm and safe from all of life's harms.To make sensual love to you and seduce so tenderlyto receive your gifts and give all that is a part of me.I seem to need to want you and want to need you so,sometimes the two are one like us, so it that I know;we can survive the ages as one made of two partswith passion and tenderness in our loving hearts.

Poem of the day is an attempt at something new, have done it only once before--a mono-rhyme.I sit alone within my cavern, one so very dark and deepso far back within it, that there no light can ever creep.It is there that I exist in agony as away my life I weep,nevermore to laugh or smile, impossible to even sleep.The results of loving someone who off my feet did sweepbut they were untrue to me, so such love you can keep.If I had the strength to climb, from a cliff I would leap,a disgraceful way to end it, so shameful and so cheap,devoid of hope and strength, I lie here in a sobbing heap,cursing myself for believing, crying, and not another peep.So here in my cavern, tears mix with the waters that seepand silently I pray that my soul death will come to reap.

Nature makes such beautiful things that it can stir the heartbut everything seems so pale and dead each time we're apart.Life seems lose it's meaning whenever you are not right here,you are my muse, my inspiration, motivation,in all I do, my dear.I live only for that time when together we will be once againyour company soothes my lonely heart and cancels the pain.So hurry back, my dearest love, and save me from this sorrowand we shall laugh and love time away for every new tomorrow.