she .

she is the light to my eyes:
a guide in a world of dark
a hand to grasp at sometimes
and a loving matriarch.

she whispers to me, i feel her close
she speaks of love,
something upon which you can never overdose.

i feel her close to me,
my heart bursts with joy
for a future together
is the life i plan to employ
and near or far i am comforted.

for we always make it work.

as sure as the sun sets and rises
and the moon pulls the tide,
as sure as a mother loves her child
and the poet's words are comprised,
i will love her.
may she forever know what she means to me
may she never forget she's the love i need

some nights we spend alone,
others we are together at home.
though all the while we feel, we ache, we love.

i live for her. we live for each other.
a hand, a shoulder, a pillow; laughter.
love: now, forever and
after.

it is she.
out of all of the "she's" one could ask for
she gives herself to me and i am forever bonded with her.

it is she.
the one who makes you smile on a day
filled with bleak senses and tragedies away

it is she,
who i love.
she,
 who is the one.

Freedom Everyday .

Regardless of emotion, and what personal feelings say,
Regardless of your devotion, and the demons your heart may slay,
The simple song of right and wrong will play its tune,
The chords for'er shall ring.
For now it's time for you to shine, so please start listening:
The goals in thought you have set forth,
to please the One above,
will forever always be for naught,
if not induced by love.
This not so simple task at hand, the devil's work betrays,
The key you see, is trust in Me, for Freedom, Everyday.

why we work .

whether miles away, or minutes close
and in the future distance, who knows
despite the challenges we face daily
we survive for sure, not maybe

at the edge .

And yet here we stand together at the edge,
and maybe the horizon doesn't look as bright as we want it to.
But that doesn't mean it won't work; that doesn't mean it can't.
I've never felt more alive and that's not something I found one day;
It's from you.
It's like being able to lie down in the back of the old pickup and gaze up at the stars.
And seeing them, knowing I'll never have to wonder where you are.
Because no matter the distance, near or far, I'll always have the memory of you in my arms.
Whatever we decide, we decide together.
Two paths hath come together, and maybe someday soon will become one;
a single stripe left on the face of society. A single, brilliant stripe,
dazzling in the way it sparkles and shines, polished like gold, yet strong like our
metaphorical rocks that hold it together.
Slowly we build a foundation, that will one day hold a great house.
We carefully pour the mortar and take our time with the masonry,
so that it can withstand any sort of calamity the heavens throw at us.
This is not a broken cold-hearted world. This is one with warmth,
and most of all, togetherness.

a short poem .

Two paths crossed, one like another

but would it work between each other

time is what will tell you best

makes heart true, endure the rest

doors opened, doors closed

opportunities arose

let we all forget that we

had become one entity

remember now for all or naught

the lessons learned, the things we taught

for one or two the same is true

believe in yourself, believe it's true

like it or not, the clock will tick

while even those nasty nicknames stick

to fight and despair; don't waste your air

go down the road, it's better there