A poem for a friend who was thinking outloud

I sat and contemplated how life's flow
would help me to forever grow,
to let emotions out at last
and not let life slip by too fast.
I sit and think and think some more,
do I take the hidden path or the wide door?
Let friends go at times like this
and simply sit and reminisce.
What adventures await me down the road?
I know not, but this is often good.

Reminiscing

I sat and contemplated how life's flow
would help me to forever grow,
to let emotions out at last
and not let life slip by too fast.
I sit and think and think some more,
do I take the hidden path or the wide door?
Let friends go at times like this
and simply sit and reminisce.
What adventures await me down the road?
I know not, but this is often good.

In remembrance of 9/11

Her Tears

Fallen towers lying low
as cries of revenge fill the air
tears soak the ground
heads hang in anguish
as the Mother watches, caring.

Just as a mother lets her children grow
She watches over, caring
a decade passed, what have we learned?
Blood and violence sharing?
Her children war, there is little peace

She whispers softly, "let it go"
to those who would but listen.
Will we mature? Will we know peace?
can we move past the violence?
The Mother's tears keep falling.


The Call

Soft and quiet is the call.
The Lady's whispered calling,
the Queen of Heaven beckons all;
to peace and prosperity calling.

If i can but that soft voice heed,
She offers what I am needing
and pushes me along my way.
To help, to love, while going.

And so I live out my life's days,
giving and not yet keeping.
Waiting again to to take Her hand
till night falls ever sleeping.

hand to heart

hands to heart

pain wracked. moving on. 
searing. never ending. 

I close my eyes and push on. 
seeing your face and asking

for some release from this anon,
and then the pain was fading. 

a mother's gentle touch and it was gone
and replaced by a love unfading. 

a hand held over heart so pained
a smile so soft, health regained. 

the touch of the Lady, so dear,
making life so abundantly clear

accepting Her into my life. 
holding. accepting. abandoning greiff. 

Her Smile

Reaching my hand across the table I look at Her and smile.
She says "what?" as I cock my head slightly to the side.
I grin and mouth the words "only admiring Your beauty."
She squeezes my hand and drops Her gaze.
I'm not sure if She knows what to say.
Her thumb traces circles on the back of my hand.
I ask Her what she would like to eat.
She tells me it is my choice tonight.
I love the way Her hair falls in waves down Her neck and back.
She tells me about some of the dishes She has had here.
I cannot stop looking at her eyes.
She is dark and mysterious as the forest glen.
I long for Her embrace.
She raises Her eyes to mine again and smiles.

What I love of You

Trailing a finger across her collarbone, I catch her eye
We look
Smiles cross lips
Feelings
Showing
The curve of her hip
undulating
giving
sharing
her breasts pressed against me
full... firm...
Showing love
Fingers trailing over skin
Feeling
And she moves
She moves so smoothly
knowing how, when and where to touch
always moving
gently moving
wanting and needing
Her hair framing her face
like fire
hanging down
lightly tickling my face.... my chest
She smiles
Her eyes so beautiful
Looking down at me
Wanting... Showing...
Giving herself

death

I could barely see the enemy in front of me through the smoke and cannon fire. my friend Jamie dropped in the first barrage. I was wounded lightly by a stray ball as it grazed my arm. the acrid stench of battle was almost overpowering. the dead and dying moaned on the field almost sounding as banshees claiming the souls of the departing.

the call to charge was given and I led my men. over the uneven terrain we ran. approaching the English line. and then I heard the roar and men dropped around me and I felt a searing pain in my side.

targe out and sword raised I attacked the line and just barely caught the motion to my right. a bayonet? I dropped my elbow down quickly sending the bayonet lower only to have it pierce my side. I reeled and fell. all I could do was survey the scene after I fell. it all moved so slowly. the English ranks were unwavering. and my friends perished to shot and bayonet.

quiet. well quiet in comparison to the battle. I lay and listened wondering how many had died. hearing the occasional moan or scream.

he stood above me with musket in hand. I saw the bayonet poised above me and then it fell. I could feel it pierce my breast and then all began to fade. life's blood spilling upon the ground and a blackness until I again saw a light.