I wrote this after seeing one of those after-battle scenes in a movie. To me the crows represent the fanatics and profiteers. Hear the murder of crows as they caw sitting in the treesThey circle far up overhead and dine whenever they pleaseGathering by the hundreds they come for an easy mealand send out a chorus that truly sounds evil and unreal.They send out an eerie echo to deliver the beckoning call"Come and join in the feast there's plenty for one and all."You can hear them even over the sad cries of men pain,muffled by their thirst as they pray for some relief and rain.The sound marks the air and echoes around in my headas I lay unable to move and left here among the dead.They tend now to those that can continue with the fightand may get to the rest of us if we can survive the night.Crows do not care about politics and things like borders,not one of them commands the rest barking out orders.Not caring rather the losers or the victors you might benor about the reason for the war between you and me.They just swoop down upon both the dying and deadand start their feast by pecking the eyes from our head.What noble cause did we fight for and give our lifeno more will we suffer now with all the pain and strifelaying here as our dying will surely soon be throughWe fought for what we believe, to our word was trueand the lowly crow who cares for none will still liveno loyalty to grand ideas or honor will they ever give.

Here is the poem of the day. I wrote it talking to a lady about how rude some men can be.You tell me that you want a mate that will love you trueI must now admit that it is something that I already doI see the angel that you are and what is in your heartbut in honesty I must also confess that it just one partI love your humor, compassion, and I love your mindbut if you think about it I am sure that you will findthat while I admire and long for you to give your heartwe both know that it is wrong to deny our animal part.Was it not your beauty that was first to catch my eyethat it impossible to forget you if would ever want to trySo it is only natural that I also want the physical partAm I wrong and being greedy to want it and your heart?I do not mind waiting until you are ready to share allit is not just your exquisite body that I want, after allI want share our live together in each and every wayso that together through life, we will faithfully stay.

I wrote this poem after talking to a lady who had been played, I call it"Sympathy for the Player"I once had myself the most wondrous fantasyno it was not real but it seemed so real to meI dared to dream that you were in love with mebut now what a fool I am is plain for all to see I gave you all I had, it was not enough thoughyou used me for a while and then let me golooking back now I can easily see it was so but living in that fantasy, how was I to know?I know that I will find the right lady for meand loving each other, how blessed we will beBut you will spend you life always on the gonever finding the one that you could love soA pity that you will never know the gift of loveor realize that it can be a gift from up aboveThat in the end all you have you surely will losebut it is the kind of life that you did choose

Your poem of the day. I wanted to write something a little upbeat to start the weekend with.I was mesmerized the first time that I saw youwords failed me then I will admit that it is truebut you were sweet and made me more at easeand I found we fit together pretty as will pleaseAs time passed the feeling grew ever strongeruntil I found that I could not deny it anymoreI had to overcome my fears and say it to youthose three little life changing words"I love you"We have had more time and still love growsmy loving feeling for you constantly showsI will not promise you that there will be strifefor it will always be a part of everyone's lifeI can promise that as you face the unknownthat you will never have to face it all alone.

The poem of the day:What is this sorrow that besets me, what is it's source?Is there some way to rid, some way to stray it's course?How did it come to grip my heart and for what reason,is it a momentary thing or shall it outlast the season?Is it that we not together, in fact we are so far apart?Could that be the cause for sorrow here in my heart?When you are here with me my heart fills with glee,is this now the price I pay for giving my love to thee?Then let it weigh heavy as it will upon my weary mind;for me, happily willing to pay the price it will surely find.For it is truly a very small price that I shall have to payto know that in the end with you I shall always stay.