Daily Poem:If you could would you save a strangers life?Yet you do not offer them even one kind word,when it might be enough to lessen their strifeand the sweetest thing they have daily heard?Enough to lift their failing spirits and hopeto give them strength to carry on another dayand use your words to with troubles then copeuntil they can at last find some better way.Give freely of your kindness, you never knowwhen it may be enough to save a shattered lifehelp another through a time of turmoil and woeor give a person hope as they deal with strife.

Daily Poem:What a narcissistic dream it would surely beto think that I could make you ever love meThough to have and love you is my one desireand shall be until I am consumed by the pyreBut I see no fault in you that makes me feelthat I could be the one that makes you reelso I spend my all days at your beckoned calland wishing that for me you would truly fall.

Daily Poem:I am but a flicker hidden among the many star abovenot one to be noticed let alone one to give your loveI am but an admirer who does so from so very far awaywho dares to hope and dream of being with you somedayI am not one that you notice as among the stars you runbut if you were to get closer I would become your Sunand give you warmth unending and gladly light your wayloving and protecting for as long as you would stay.but I am just a flicker in the expanse of all you seeand know that it is unlikely that you will notice me.

Daily Poem:Take time to write her a love song, perhaps a sonnetor maybe just a receipt with words of love upon itlet her know how you feel and that you truly carehow wonderful it is that you always find her theretake time and energy to show what is in your heartand you will find that from her, you shall never part.

Daily PoemLost within your beauty, blinded by your charmsI want to spend forever wrapped up in your armsgiving you all my love, protecting you from harms.You think you can do better, another love to findso you casually dismiss me, paying me no nevermindcasting me aside in this world, so alone and blind.Even with my shattered heart, I watch you walk awayI still hope the best for you as the piper I do payhoping the same does come to you as you go your way.

Daily PoemMy life is an open book but one nobody wants to readfor I am not a noble knight upon a great white steedA mere mortal man who has faced so many difficult taskand even in this aged form of mine, no quarter do I askI have fought many battles, some I won and some I lostalways being mindful of my honor and what each one costI have the scars of those conflicts inside well as outbut faired better than my enemies,there is little doubtI have saved lives by the taking of the lives of othersprotecting the way of life for our fathers and mothersThrough it all my honor I was able to keep and maintainand now as time quickly draws near for my last refrainand I shall fade from history and nobody will even careI wonder if anyone will recall that I was ever there?

Look not at the damage done, but smell the pristine airconcentrate more on the fact that you the storm did spareYou may have to do some cleaning up and even some repairbut who would have to do it if you were not still there?It is easy to get depressed by the work that lies aheadand let the troubles of life completely fill your headuntil it consumes your every thought with fear and dreadand make it so there is no rest even your time for bed.It is true that in this life you will suffer great painjust as in the weather there is bound to be some rainbut rain allows the beauty to grow and without refrainit is a simple fact of nature that I need not explainSo accept the rain as it does come, but it is not allfor there will be times of sunshine as you do recallbetween the two the both plants and man will grow tallif not stuck in the shadows that their growth will stall.

I have no aspiration nor have I ill intentall my hopes for love long ago were spentSadly realization had to eventually winand to deny it would be an unforgiving sinI come here only to wish you the very bestas a precious love you pursue in your questSo worry not about my words trying to woothey are merely my experience given to youas my Promethean anguish I may often tellI wish to keep you cautious and wish you well.Misery loves company they say has been shownbut I would rather have to suffer this alone.

You say that you want a badboy, but one that you can trustyou like the strong silent type, but communication is a mustone that knows your every want and is more than happy to giveto fulfill your whims, desires, and every wish as long as you livebut even if he did so of him in time to you he would become a borebecause as is human nature you would find yourself wanting more.What we have here is just one of those old sayings that needs correction for being imperfect ourselves what makes us think we deserve perfection?Someone who accepts us and will love us just the way that we truly areis more precious than perfection and is so much more of a treasure by far.

How very narcissistic I would truly have to beto think that you would want someone like me,but do I dare not risk the chance at happinessknowing no other will I find if I make this a mess?Yet if I am so bold as to approach , dear lady,will you think me vain or perhaps even shady?So do I dare to try to know you or do I dare not,maybe now you can see the problem that I've got.

Candlelight reflecting in gorgeous eyes I loveas we dine with the full moon and stars above.Lost in each others words of love and armsand I'm bound forever in your wit and charms.Music softly fills the cooling night and skiesas we distort it's beat with our own urgent sighs.Time we're together seems to go so very fastand I constantly hunt for ways to make it lastalthough our love is a thing that is forever trueI want for each day to be that long with you.

On fabric wings I wonder inside the wispy cloudVision obscured and winds so deafeningly loudthen drifting downward in a slow constant descenta precious exchange for wondrous time well spentmind and body free of earthly binds and sad woeat least until with my altitude my spirits get lowand I know that my time in the clouds is doneuntil I can board the plane again for another run

I heard you tell her she was ugly, what a cruel thing to say.It made me wonder what on earth could ever make you that way.Did she hurt you with a betrayal that you can never forgive,one bad enough to make you question the reason that you live?Then I find out that you do not know the one you are lashingit seems the world at whole against which you are thrashing.Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, this is very well knownbut ugliness it seems has the heart of the beholder shown.There are those that are not pretty and so it will always befor it is just a comparison made by the likes of you and me,beauty exist within most though in appearance or their mindand it does not take a great deal of effort for us to find.Yes Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,that is only partbut know that ugly is a reflection of the beholder's heart.

I have met ladies who swore they would bleed bluebut those I best remember are the ones that bled glueAble to hold people together, to see trouble throughbecause all of their emotions and intents were true.Living inspirations guiding the likes of me and yougiving hope and courage we will beat what does ensueand motivation to the dreams we continue to pursue;all of this you give to me,I hope to give to you too.

Love quickly given is often also quickly lostand being love it can come with a horrid costfor love like nature is always causing changeindeed destructive to beneficial it can rangeI feel the waves of change sweeping over meparadise or holocaust which result will it be?My whole world I put at risk giving love to youand anxiously wait now to see if it will be true

A wondrous sunrise in the mountains on a cool summer dayor one in the painted desert that takes my breath awayA day spent on a tropical beach with the surf and sandone spent in the woods with more beauty than I can standSunset laying near a fire by a pristine river as it flowsor watching the vast nightime sky as it sparkles and glowsAll exquisite moments that I love and yet somehow to methey can not compare to the simplest moment I am with thee.

Your black sands at Iwo Jima covered anguished facesthe extremely brutality, memories slowly it erasesso it was to in Bastogne and on the Russian plainsit was then as it is now and always has been beforeas long as there has been society there has been wareach send their strong, their smart, their best breedersto fall upon the sword paying for the sins of their leadersreversing the laws that nature itself has set in placeand never seeing it bids doom for the future of the race.How it must sicken you to watch it over and over againmy memory and presence are short but you Time still remain

The second part of the poem. I hope that it makes sense to you:Society is too big for our own goodand our struggles are far too smallwe don't use food or time as we shouldand it is slowly killing one and allAs we fight our finite lives to extendas long as much work is not requirednot questioning what nature does intendtil blissfully ignorant we've expiredYet we strive to somehow compensatestruggling to be beautiful and fitas a need for acceptance we do satenot thinking of nature's way a bitRunning is not work or choresand weights are not life's questwe are created to be carnivoresbut things in moderation are bestThe only advice that I could givedo not worry about length of lifebut the quality of the one we liveand help others with their strifeFor it is what we leave behindby which we will then be knownthe contributions of our mindand the kindness we have shownBeauty with the flesh does decaybut kindness's effect can live onriches too will surely fade awaybut our children are the dawn.

The poem I was going to send was too big to send at once, so here is part:The grass no longer grows as fastsaving precious energy for seedgiving all it has to the very lastfor one more final chance to breedThe stag will chance even deathand fight another stag so boldrisking all, even his last breathso his genes have a chance to holdA mother bear will risk it allso her cubs continue to livealthough she may very well fallprotecting the gift she did giveThere are humans that will usethey will neglect, sometimes beat,murder some or emotionally abuseand destroy that young life so sweetOther love their young as nature meantby providing and helping all they canbut spoiling them with very good intentbut making unable to cope as lady or manHow is it those who seem so smartcan destroy all they leave behindraising their young from the startby being so cruel or too kind?Perhaps it is just nature's wayof expressing, callously and cruelwhat it has so long tried to saythat we are showing ourself a fool