Happy Veterans Day
Please remember to honor those that served with:
V alor
E ndurance
T enacity
E mpathy
R eflection
A ttitude
N ever surrender
Thank you, from one veteran to another, for your service.
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." Simonides, 6th-5th century, B.C.
Please remember to honor those that served with:
V alor
E ndurance
T enacity
E mpathy
R eflection
A ttitude
N ever surrender
Thank you, from one veteran to another, for your service.
nothing could keep us apart
we woke in the morning
and played until dark
you were by my side
you had my back
no one else came close
my brother
the years have been passing fast
and the miles have separated us
for far too long
we grew apart
you have your life
and I have my own
my brother
the blood that runs deep
is quite the same for both
but the surroundings changed
our paths don't cross
You walk your road
while I stroll down mine
it's kind of sad
and it's a shame
for you will always be
my brother
distant, a stranger
with familiar blood
close but far
my brothers
Fortune cookie prophecies
point me to the path of the unknown
unforeseen circumstances
chill me to the bone
who will guide me
now that your gone
who will guide me
when I'm all alone
who will guide me?
Fortunate dignitary
tells me it's all going to be okay
rehashing promises lost
it's the same as every other day
who is going to lead me
now that your gone
who will lead me
who's light will shine on
who will lead me?
how will I ever know
how far to go
this is a dark lonely road
I just don't know
who is going to hold me
now that you're gone
who will ever hold me
with the love you've shone
who is going to hold me?
I wake to another empty slate
brush off the sins of yesterday
belief in the guiding hand of fate
hasn't helped me much today
how will I ever know
how far to go
this is a desolate lonely road
I just don't know
who will pick me up
when I keep falling down
who will pick me up
one last time
who is going to guide me
lead me
love me
pick me up
now that you're gone?
Labels: Lyrical
there was a moment when
I though I could ride the line
a fine line it is
between reality and fantasy
seems that the line gets blurred
and fuzzy
and I sometimes mistake one for another
or vice-versa
it doesn't matter
you'd think I was crazy anyway
and you may not be wrong
or right
or close
but that only counts in horseshoes
and hand grenades
but horses don't really wear shoes
and hand grenades are so messy
so I guess
it's back to
square
one
dreams
are not meant
for the
waking world
nightmares
are not only
for those
still asleep.
tears can
fall
when we
slumber
and dry
as we awaken.
But the dreams
or the screams
are not soon
forgotten.
You have no idea
what you mean to me
you have no inkling
of what goes on
inside my head
I lie here sleeping
or trying to
but you keep dancing
inside of my head
stuck forever
inside of my head
until I am dead
stuck in my head
she sat perpendicular
to my
point of view
an obtuse angle
sine, cosine, tangent
askew
her words were on another
plane
parallel and
congruent
to my own spatial
relations:
equality, addition, multiplication
the logic is all there
the processes proven
we just need to
reduce
and find the sum
of all things
the calendar
is two months behind
my memory
is failing all the time
who am I again?
and where do I belong?
who am I again?
and who was I before?
the impressions of the past
lead me lower to the floor
while my will is slowly heading
for the door
and the answers that I seek
are escaping as we speak
so I think I'll lie down
and close my eyes
and sleep
for the final time