The Good Ol' Trail

Well, the dust settles
over the li'l trail
from home to manhood.
I look back,
the dreams smile at me.
The man beams,
the child cries,
yet again, and again... 

For I write with my
feelings;
love with my
soul;
and fight with my
heart!

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Ode to Longing

I long...
I long to
slip and fall,
walking the tear-washed
green carpet,
sprouted overnight,
through many a
long nights, in fact;
too long,
I long...

To fall...
Run home in the rain,
wiping my tears
and muddy pride,
to the hot brew
in a steel bowl,
it's always steamy,
ready for me
on a cloudy day;
the fall...
 
I long...
For I am
too sure-footed to fall
in these insignificant puddles;
have too little time to cry,
too much of anger
to fear the stare
from those eyes
that taught me to love;
to LOVE...

Our Tomorrow!

This piece of time,

It’s broken;

no, it’s alive,

the Eagle lives;

and circles around

its latest prey, I.

For my time,

I wait!

The sign of life,

the tiny twitches

of my vein,

insults me, and my heart!

Where is my pulse?

Her voice.

Where is my will?

Her smile.

Where is my life?

There, beyond reach,

it’s chained onto the

long arm of the

cruel clock on my right,

in this dark room.

The right time...

Destiny’s hand it is;

now, hold me, my right arm;

it’s time,

it’s midnight,

and tomorrow is ours...