The Invisible Hero., Our War Veterans.

Our country, our government, ignores them, as though it never happened.

As if they have a reason to be ashamed.  

They died, they loved, they did exist, though they were never officially named.

their families shared them, because, our government sent them, not giving a valid reason why.

Our loving protectors, gave  of  themselves,  all  willing  to  fight  and  die.

Now  they  are  ignored   and  forgotten,  tossed  aside  like  an  old  worn  out  shoe ,

in  need  of  our  government  assistance,  for  the  recognition  they  are  due.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

Medical, mental, and physical   needs---and homes and places to live,

Why must they keep on giving?  When they’ve nothing left to give,

Put  your  heart  in  gear,  put  your  arms  out  and  hug  them,

we  give  value  to  the  lives  they  bared,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

Even  though  you  don't  know  them,    that  shouldn't   really  matter,  because,  their  lives they  shared,

They didn’t ask why? They  trusted  us  to  honor  their  dedication,to  their  loved  ones, let  peace be real,

And   now they need help.  Won’t you acknowledge their worth,    and let   "Freedom"   really “Heal."  

Honor our Veterans, its way overdue! If  you  see  a  disabled  veteran  anywhere,

Please  don't  look  away as if you're ashamed of them, or embarrassed by them.

Give them a huge smile, and a well deserved "Thank You!" Just a simple Thank You!

Revolution

Can you smell the air?

Through the bars of the cage.

What happens when the books fall?

Will we breathe in and turn the page?

It started with the firing squad.

Raining down from the heights.

What will clear the air?

After a thousand stormy nights.

Like fish in a net, we are caught.

Forced to follow where the ship will steer.

Drifting further from our home,

And the ones we hold dear.

Onward they march, the relentless youth,

The judge and the jury.

They mirror who we once were.

All the anger and all the fury.

There will be no savior,

But still the faithful elders wait.

Waiting for something to blossom.

But the soldiers come knocking at the gate.

It started with a rifle.

And here it ends with a pen.

'Revolution!' cries the new youth,

And it starts all over again.

Kaleidoscope

Come! Peek  thru  my  keyhole,and  look  towards  the  light,

a  magical  sight  awaits  you.

It may not  be  real,  but  oh  we  can  dream,

and  maybe  not  feel  quite  so  blue

When all  about  you  seems  drab  and  dreary

and  your  feeling  kind  of  down  in  your  mind,

Just  come  into  my  world  of  magical  color,

and  leave  your  sadness behind.

The  color and  beauty  swirl  all  about  you,

and  makes  you  forget  for  awhile,

the  worries  you  had,  when  you  first  looked,

at  my  wonders,  and  that  made  you  smile.

Like  firecrackers  exploding in  front  of  your  eyes,

the  colors  just  seem  to  dance.

Make's  life  a  little  brighter,  or  so  it  may  seem,

and  give  reality a  second  chance.

Look  at  the  world,  thru  gentle  eyes.

19 shades of gray

Trickle down like rain,

The itsy bitsy spider strikes by day.

A constant shot to the brain,

It's time to end your reign.

Your body radiates lust,

A succubus you cannot trust!

Leaving me only the crusts.

With one hand on my heart and the other lodged at my crotch,

I refuse to indulge your touch.

For you are but dust.

I know of you, but I do not know you,

And those late-night booty-calls I recall,

Are as long-distant to me as your definition of love.

And for every shade of gray,

I pray you never see the light of day,

for taking advantage of me since that month of May,

I refuse to let you have your way!

Only when you feel emotion again,

When your tears shed like rain,

Like they did before that month of May.

Only then will I see you as a person.

And be able to open my ears again to that sensual whisper,

And be the person that I loved,

Under the covers we'll make love.

But until then only touch me through a glove,

Face your demons, and flourish once again,

My beautiful flower of May.

Why I write

Writing under candle light is a delightful experience under a warm glow, illuminating breath in the cold rainy night, the only warmth being the barely detectable heat from the flickering flame, with only the finger less woolly gloves providing some comfort and protection against the crippling cold that wages war on my hand as I attempt to write legibly. I write out of love. Writing should never be something that doesn't harvest an inner well-being, a feeling of accomplishment, a sense of achievement. Writing is art; it creates images and explores the inner depths of our imagination. Words and sentences should flow and merge together like cogs on a wheel, interconnecting without hesitation, a thought within a unit of thought, flowing prosaically like poetry in motion.

Today, writing has become passe  This once noble profession has, in times, been ridiculed, especially by the younger generation, most of whom preferring interest of a cyber-nature, with text speak, mixed with other colloquial slang, the preferred choice of communication. Computers have had such a detrimental effect on the writing profession, diverting many a potential great writer from his own literary destination. Writing is also a deeply personal thing, because human intellect is expelled vastly, where as computers do most, if not all, the thinking. You could argue, however, that man’s intelligence brought computers into existence. But this is not a true reflection of humanity, and is based on a small microcosm of the human race. For years to come computers will have a detrimental effect on human brain development, because of the brain- drain effect. If humans depend on computers to think and even carry out chores, then, the only outcome is a human couch potato with a limited supply of brain cells.