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Strolling along within the safety of the walls I builtThinking back on the ways the blood of my heart was spiltand knowing that the security the walls provide will lastprotecting me from the mistakes that I made in the pastIt suddenly accured to me that it was indeed a prison tooprotecting from the bad but not letting the good through.I had to steel my nerves and leave the huge walls behindwith memories of pain and fears wieghing heavy on my mindand as if a sign of fortune what is the first thing I seean angel of perfection was there to greet one as sad as meShe talked with me for hours as from the safe walls we wentabout what what we want in life and how it has been spentuntil at last I was able to see that she was the one for meand I have thanked the stars above since that I met thee.

Isn't love such a wondrous thing, when you get it rightit fills your heart with song,giving you reason and mightso that you can face even the worst days with some joymaking all marvelous again, like when you were a girl or boy.Isn't love a blessing, how it makes you hum a happy refraineven when you are in a downpour you want to dance in the rain.So why do people grow to take it for granted until it is lostI would think they would appreciate and keep it at any cost?

Within each of us a green-eyed monster does dwelland it rears it's ugly head from to time, they tellus as we grow, hanging on their every word as trueuntil as adults we sometimes do not know what to do.I tell you that jealousy is actually a good thingif you are strong enough to keep it on the string.It can keep you more attentive and make you seejust how much your partner truly means to thee.It is only when and if you let it run wild and freethat it can do all the damage that others can see.

The apple blossoms are all gone from the trees nowthe Rhodendroms bloom in the pasture of the cowthe Honeysuckle scents the gentle breeze at nightfilling the senses with sensations of the purest delight,covered with promises of white are the blackberries tooletting us know the delicious treasures that will ensue.The roses' fragrance drift in through the window every dayand fill the house's every room in the most delightful way.As we lay here in the evening wrapped in the other's arms,and I am willingly seduced by your beauty and your charms,I can think of no greater gift that life could ever give to methan being here with the one I love, being here with Thee.

I have put men well asunder,even gutted them with a knifein struggles that were indeed the matter of death and lifeWhile I can fight to defend myself and if need be can killI never harm others needlessly and I know that I never will,yet I see others who destroy lives over nothing of import;the feel of being powerful, money, and things of that sort.It will all pass away with them in the end, you well knowthere will be no good left that history will wish to show.We seem to reward such behavior as we just let it persistand most are too afraid to fight or in any way dare resist.Women say the want a man with a good and true heart but for a man with money most will this kind man depart,never thinking that the money show a heart that's taintedtheir world with the grief and agony of others is painted,for any gained by other than a fair exchange of endeavoris a harmful thing that will leave scars for another forever.Think about your actions and what they say to othersit is up to us, fathers, mothers, sisters,friends,brothersto set things right for others as well as for ourselves,to bring back the morals that seem to be up on shelvesand create a place where children can be safe to playand know we set examples to help them on their way.

This poem is the results of"If you ever see me getting my hopes up or starting to trust another woman, you have my permission to blow my brains out; I clearly am not using them."I caught myself hoping today, as I thought of youand thought what a stupid, foolish thing for me to do.One as lovely as yourself and by so many wantedwill never notice me, but still the thought me haunted.Why should you ever want me, for my good is hiddenand many years on this sold pinning world I've ridden.By this time I should be wise enough to surely knowthat it is alone through it, I am doomed to always goyet from somewhere deep inside me this hope growsand will lead me to pain again, heaven surely knows.Why can I not stop myself from having this dreamI am my own worse enemy it does sometimes seem.Just a reminder that we never know how deeply we may be affecting the life of another.

The morning sun reveals her beauty there for me to seeA Rose whose magnificence surpassed could never be.Behold her beads of moisture as they twinkle in the lightevidence left from how she spent this cool summer nightthe way her petals give way to even my slightest touchthier smooth softness is very seductive, but not too muchHer fragrance greets my nose with an intoxicating smellthat of this love of mine for her, a story it seems to tellas my tongue penetrates those pedals and goes deepseeking her sweet nectar she gladly offers for me to keepI am forever thankful that nature and bit of luck, I supposegave a butterfly like me the fortune to find this precious rose.Giving me nectar as in symbiosis we fill each others' needsand I in turn pollinate her so she can bear her futures seeds.

I was an orphaned boy who had barely turned all of elevendestined on my way it seemed to anyplace except heavenSmoking, cussing, fighting, and running so free and wildforced to be more of a man, no time to be a foolish child.I had received no compassion from any of those that I metno acts of kindness or mercy shown to me, I will not forgetShe was thirty-five, the unwed mother of a bouncing little boyhe was her very reason, the source of all her pride and joyto feed and provide for him she labored her life slowly awaylong hard hours in the hot summer sun just to earn her payeach alone in a lonely bitter world we two did one day meetand found a memory filled with love and passion so sweetshe taught me tenderness and sensuality could feel goodand took my innocence in payment for a trip into manhoodbut we both won in the exchange, I think I more than shefor she changed the way I looked at life and who I would beit was a chance meeting and her work took her far awaywithout the means to follow her there, I was forced to staysome say what she did was a crime and is a crying shamebut I knew from that time on that I would not be the sameand I thank her still for the compassion she freely gaveknowing now that this hell bent life she did surely save.

Each time we go to work, we give up precious time with those that we love; it is the sad sacrifice that we must make to earn a living. Now what if that time, instead of being 8 to 12 hours was in months? Precious moments missed that could never be replaced. The birth of your child, their first words, baseball games, or school plays, to say nothing of the hugs and kisses that you do not get to share each day; that length of time away from the mate that you love so much, unable to look into their eyes, feel their hand of support, or warm embrace. This is the very least a soldier is asked to sacrifice to defend this great country. At times some give up years at a time, even their very lives in that calling and take on memories of events and deaths that will haunt them to their deathbed. This day, this one day, is set aside in memory of those who made that sacrifice of not only time, but the very life that they had for each and every one of us. How can we do less than to be appreciative of that sacrifice and respectful of the love and commitment it took to make it. I for one, wish to thank all who serve and have served along side me or in some other place, for that love and commitment. Thank you.A Poem I wrote a little bit ago that expresses the the sacrifice of many a young soldier.Mourn not for me this task that I set myself to doIt is just an expression of the love I have for youI take my self into battle and know that I may diewhen I am gone I heartedly beg you do not cryIt is I who volunteered to give my life as a Marineso that you could live your life as you have beenI will die with honor, the same way that I did liveBut it is not for honor that my one life I shall giveIt is a duty of the heart for those that I love soyou my fellow countrymen are why I freely go.So do not shed a tear for me when I am deadbut pay due respect to those left in my stead.

The sacrifice a soldier makes is not only his perhaps his life, but also the time away from family, the family pays this price as well; so let us remember all who have suffered to give us freedom.They were throwing me a party with cake and ice creamwith all of the trimmings of which any kid could dream,a lot of people bringing gifts that were just for me.I was almost as happy as a person could beI was turning six years old and quite a scrapping ladand everyone was there that day, well except for Dad.I signed up for little league and thought it would be fun.I loved to hear the people cheer when I hit a run,went all the way to the finals and I got to play.I hit the winning run for the team upon that day,they all called me a champion and I was very gladeveryone was there that day, well except for Dad.When I graduated high school and got my degree,they were all as proud of me as they could ever be.All sit in that blazing sun and listened for my name,knowing that after this my life would not be the same.Some thought it was such a good thing, others found it sadand everyone was there that day, well except for Dad.I can not hold it against him the times he went away.He told me once it was the price that he just had to pay.I know he would love to have been there and all those thing seen,but he had his duties as a United States Marine.Be very thankful for the liberty that have you had,for people do pay for it daily, just like my Dad.I understand the life he chose and I follow it tooI now take his place in ranks and do what he use to do,along with so many others who miss so many thingsto make sure that you are safe and freedom's bell always rings.I proudly do my duty but admit it makes me sadto know my boy's at home with everyone but Dad.

A poem that I wrote a while back, but am posting for this Holiday.A SoldierA soldier fights, a soldier dies ....a family mourns, a widow cries....some will praise what he bravely did....and honor the memory of this valiant kid....some will say,"oh what a shame"....and within the week forget his name....some will say its all for naught....not thinking of what his life bought....some will spit upon his grave....and criticize the life he gave....but he chose this path,not on a whim....he fought and died for all of them....To those that at funerals do protest....saying that all soldiers they detest....You may curse at those that mourn the loss....in the name of him upon the cross....he that re-attached a soldiers ear....he did not curse, he did not jeer....you say you know how he would feel...that he would hurt instead of heal....I think that only time will tell....and surely you will burn in hell....for if you think the Lord's that way....a heavy price you'll eternally pay....and as that soldier watches from above....his aching heart still filled with love....then you'll know and you will see....that he did it all for you and me... .

The morning poem, sort of a story type one to start the weekend and while you enjoy the holiday, please remember those who gave and give their time with their families, their blood, sweat and tears, even their lives; so that you can live in peace.Picking up the receiver I give a courteous"Hello""I need you dear." says a voice that I well know.Struggling hard to find the exact words to say"Given time it too will pass and you will be okay."" I do not think so for you haunt even my dreamsand are my every thought these days it seems.""There will be another enchanted by your faceand he shall soon these thoughts of yours replace.Just get some sleep and please, do take care."" I hate it at night knowing that you are over there,the distance is so small yet feels so very long.""You will be okay, you just have to be strong.""I love the sound of your voice and all you say,how you make me feel and that calming way.I could stay and talk to you all night through.""That is something that we should never do,besides I really must be going as you know.""I know, I know, I just wanted to hear your voice.""Be safe" I hung up the phone having no choice."And I will be in love with you" I said"my life through""and wish with all my heart, you could have been true."