Rain, weeping the pain from the dark grey sky,
Leaving a rainbow as the tears burns dry;
The heartache and sorrow spill from my eye
And Rainbows reflect in the tears I cry.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Halloween Moon
It’s much too soon for a Halloween Moon
The year has flown by way too fast;
The candles are lit to keep ghosts at bay
But how long can that really last?


WooooOOOoooooooOOOooooooooooooo!
The year has flown by way too fast;
The candles are lit to keep ghosts at bayBut how long can that really last?

Goblins and Ghoulies are out on the streets,
The spells of the night have been cast.
The spells of the night have been cast.

I hear the songs of the Halloween winds…
I’ll be glad when this night has passed!
I’ll be glad when this night has passed!
WooooOOOoooooooOOOooooooooooooo!
Labels:Fiction: the dream
Poetry: Faery Tales,
poetry: Songs of Joy
Friday, October 30, 2009
A Night at the Haunted Theater
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Candle Light Vigil
The room was still as they read the psalm
The light from candle to candle leapt;
The names of the dead called, one by one.
And beside me the warrior wept.
The price of freedom is paid in lives
And redeemed in the promises kept,
Promises made to those who have died.
And beside me the warrior wept.
The friends he knew, who fought at his side,
Friends forever from his life now swept;
They’re more than names on DOD’s list.
And beside me the warrior wept.
Burned by the sun, by the sand and war,
By such things as the mind can’t accept,
He stood and shouldered the promises made
Then beside me he no longer wept.
Buffaloes!
We lost 7 more fine men from the 1/17 this week.
Staff Sgt. Luis M. Gonzalez, 27, of South Ozone Park, N.Y.
Sgt. Fernando Delarosa, 24, of Alamo, Texas.
Sgt. Dale R. Griffin, 29, of Terre Haute, Ind.
Sgt. Issac B. Jackson, 27, of Plattsburg, Mo.
Sgt. Patrick O. Williamson, 24, of Broussard, La.
Spc. Jared D. Stanker, 22, of Evergreen Park, Ill.
Pfc. Christopher I. Walz, 25, of Vancouver, Wash.
The light from candle to candle leapt;
The names of the dead called, one by one.
And beside me the warrior wept.
The price of freedom is paid in lives
And redeemed in the promises kept,
Promises made to those who have died.
And beside me the warrior wept.
The friends he knew, who fought at his side,
Friends forever from his life now swept;
They’re more than names on DOD’s list.
And beside me the warrior wept.
Burned by the sun, by the sand and war,
By such things as the mind can’t accept,
He stood and shouldered the promises made
Then beside me he no longer wept.
Buffaloes!
We lost 7 more fine men from the 1/17 this week.
Staff Sgt. Luis M. Gonzalez, 27, of South Ozone Park, N.Y.
Sgt. Fernando Delarosa, 24, of Alamo, Texas.
Sgt. Dale R. Griffin, 29, of Terre Haute, Ind.
Sgt. Issac B. Jackson, 27, of Plattsburg, Mo.
Sgt. Patrick O. Williamson, 24, of Broussard, La.
Spc. Jared D. Stanker, 22, of Evergreen Park, Ill.
Pfc. Christopher I. Walz, 25, of Vancouver, Wash.
Labels:Fiction: the dream
Fair Winds and Following Seas,
Poetry: Songs of Heroes,
Poetry: Songs of Sorrow
Monday, October 26, 2009
The Season of the Rains Begins
The season of the rains begins;
The teardrops of the sky
Spill and pool on leaves and grass
As autumn stops to cry.
The rain will pass, the sun will come
The tears will start to dry
And all the little lingering drops
Will sparkle by and by.
Labels:Fiction: the dream
Poetry: Songs of Longing,
Poetry: Songs of Sorrow
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