My Shining Star

For my world went around the sun,

Yet each day feels that much brighter.

A lady who is on top looking afar

Has made my world happier

Each day a shimmer of hope,

For each day I see,

I see the warmth of home,

And a smile from a princess.

When I give you humble gifts,

You make the seem live gold.

When I tell my tales,

You are a mix of a young child

Yearning to hear about their favorite hero;

A loved lady,

Concerned about their soldier love,

And love,

When they return home.

You give me a believe that my voice yells for those I help,

For you turned a humble servant,

Into a mighty warrior.

You made me stand among greats:

Men of Steel,

Dark Knights,

And Amazon Warriors.

For at that short time,

I look on quest for someone who cares.

I got a warm friend,

A lively cheerleader,

The warmest hugs

That I wish could last forever,

And a true princess

That I care for

Just as much as you care for me.

The Gift You Gave Me

The look I saw when I gave you a piece of me

Gave me more joy than the grin you shined.

The fact you gave me a piece of yourself

Made me feel like someone’s there.

How did something out of joy and kindness

Made such an impact on me?

Now I can walk in the valley of falsehood

And see the truth

Knowing I am its bright light.

I can conquer the mightiest monster

And feel like I can take on a battalion.

I can soar higher.

I can fight harder.

And now I know I can be better.

I can be a champion,

I CAN WIN!

And for that moment,

I thank you

Princess of the cheerleaders.

Now it’s time to take the field.

“Victory, you are mine!”

Snow White In the Summer Blue

A kindly princess flocks over the meadow orange.

Her smile gives extra warmth in the sunny, happy place.

Her eyes are like the stars that show during the daylight.

She is kind to the small animals,

Always a smile,

Always a hug,

Always a laugh.

As I come from my weary travels,

I see her singing to the other little birds.

It always bring a smile to my warm face.

And, when she comes to me,

I feel like I have a warm friend,

Knowing that whenever I want,

I can come back to the Summer Blue

And she will always be their with a hug and kindness.

Is It Real?

I hear the usual.

I hear the praise,

Is it real?

I hear the love,

Does it feel real?

Is the symbol,

Do they make it real?

I see the label,

Do they make it real?

I have seen people close who are like blood,

But it turns to snakeoil when you need them.

I have known people of joy,

But they feel like have better things,

“I have a life!”

I have seen professionals,

But they are poor excuses for a lazy man’s efforts.

I have been in places for fun,

But they look at meek self

And see an ogre;

While the monsters are seen

More Jekyll than Hyde.

So I ask,

Were they real?

I seen love,

Girls who say they care,

O, o Weary heart,

Yee who yearns company

And wishes for hugs.

When one might be found,

They turn away.

I try to be strong,

But deep down,

I don’t know if it’s real.

I’m afraid to ask questions.

Instead of Kindly Rogers,

I get the Twist Headmaster.

One question,

Everything’s gone.

I ask,

Were they real?

All that is left are the angels that are too high,

They sing the sweet songs,

They show sweet love,

But I ask,

Is it real?

Now I am people that love,

People who are kind,

People with heart,

But the damage is far too worn from the past.

And it makes me ask,

Is it real?

I want my life with purpose,

I know there is a reason to be.

But I ask if I die,

Will love be real?

I don’t know.

Heaven-sent Wings

As I arrive from the battles of the endless,

I arrive at The Sanctuary.

As I enter the area is filled with joy.

The choirs sing of happiness.

The area is filled with action,

It is filled with happiness,

It is filled with light.

As I see what is coming,

It is the perfect siren.

One who is beautiful,

That softens the eyes,

Brightens the soul,

Warms the heart.

I feel at peace.

As the feast begins,

Whether fit for a king or a squire,

It feels that it was meant for Vahalla.

As the seers overlook the place of happiness,

Which is overlooked by a wise bird

With a quirky sense of humor.

I can tell I have no need of “Da Bull”

The wings they send with its flava

As already made soar higher.

Eyes of the Soul

Alas from a corner,

A look from something that is a spec from an eternity,

But holds like a super-hero.

I see something from you that defines who you are.

Your eyes are like a light that shines in so many ways.

It is the color that shines the rainbow,

But acts as its own diva.

It is art, science; an education.

It tells me so much about you.

Your joy,

Your laughter,

Your kindness.

It laughs at the humorous.

It cries at the sadness.

It faces the strength of the wind

Or the laughter of a pie;

And it is still a sight of beauty of strength.

If it is indeed the Oracle to the Soul,

I can tell you,

My sweet, beautiful princess,

You are truly a saint among a choir.

Cuddly Hugs

Every hug I get from you,

Is like a warm summer’s day.

If feels like a hug from a cloud;

A favorite stuffed animal.

So soft and warm,

Like someone tells me they care.

I embrace it every time I come and see you.

I will it could be forever,

I wish I could cuddle you in my arms

And fill my heart with joy.

Even when sadness fills the earth,

At least I know there is one place where I can feel love.