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.

Pain of Loss

The day you were cut me from your life,

I felt a deep, unhealed gash.

There were no reasons,

No warnings,

It came out of the blue.

I ask myself the same questions,

What did I do wrong?

How did I screw up?

Where were the warnings I did not see?

I try to find a way to mend this broken bridge,

But all the king’s horses & all the king’s men,

Didn’t want to fix this broken heart again.

And do I end up not making the same mistake?

To keep fighting windmills,

Only end up being the giant?

This pain, I blame no one but me,

As it should?

But how can I learn from this?

How could make the same mistake?

Especially from someone who went thru this place,

In the world of Cupid all by himself?

Is it like Operation,

Touch the side to get a buzzing loss?

For all you have done,

I feel the effects.

My innocence is gone,

My trust is gone.

I try to repeat the moment,

But the world is too cold.

I try to move on,

But I am afraid to hit spikes.

I want to you to forgive me,

I want to give my soul to that.

If you don’t want to give me anything,

Just tell me where I went wrong,

So I won;’t do the same thing that hurt you.

One Year

One year,

Second sight,

Am I so known?

As I walk down a hall expecting the unexpected,

I felt a welcome as warm as a visit during the holidays.

I never expected you

Life is a surprise,

But the surprise I got was the warmest I ever received.

As I gave my Christmas card,

And did an old man joke,

I felt I did what I was to do.

This was your time,

Their time,

Their need.

All I was was a poor fool,

Looking for kindness.

I was a serf standing next to an idol.

But then like Jericho,

“Take the Walls Down!”

“Baby, It’s Cold Outside...”

I never felt so welcome,

I never felt so human.

We talked your shop,

We talked mine.

We had a bigger respect for one another.

For something that was a glimpse,

It was like a date.

You were no longer a celebrity,

You were a hero.

The way I responded,

Was like a person in poverty giving thanks.

I gave everything, but not all.

It looked lame,

But it felt beautiful.

And that moment was the first time I felt human,

The first time I felt wanted.

The first time I felt loved.

I try recreating it,

But it is like a snowflake.

No two are alike.

But my snowflake,

It’s Rembrandt.

The Best Thing Ever

For the first time I see hope,

I see God’s love in its true form.

Kindness, beauty, and joy.

For everyday is a day more brighter.

I am blessed that you are the sun.

For your hug gives me warmth.

And your smile makes thing clear.

Thank you.

You Are Somebody

When people treat you like crap,

Remember that you are somebody.

When work feels like everything is wrong,

Remember that you are somebody.

When an enemy’s whining gets in the way of logic,

Remember that you are somebody.

When you lose that somebody special,

Remember that you are somebody.

You are a person.

You have a heart.

You are loved,

And there are people there that love you.

Even in this crazy world,

Remember your are that one piece of that puzzle,

And every piece is important.

So the next time you feel like the world is hurting you,

Put the crown on your head,

Put the cape on you back,

And be ready to face the world.

Because you are somebody.

To Be Not Hungry

For I have not seen food for weeks,

Am poor in body and spirit.

I see the promised receive their gifts,

And as thou I may ask,

I fear they see me as a mosquito or knat,

Not the maiden.

Even when I ask,

I am told they have nothing,

A lie that makes them feels as thou have too little.

For I know I cannot be hungry,

To show fear, to cower, to grovel

Will not get me closer to the Promised Land.

As my head is heavy from pain I shall rise.

For when their heartless souls will not give,

My strength and inner pride

Will make them admire who I am.

And they will see me as royalty,

To earn my respect.

My time will come.

All I have to do is wait.

You Don't Have to be Perfect

You look so amazing,

You work so hard,

You are so nice.

Don't worry about being perfect.

Don't worry about trying to outshine others.

Don't worry about minor flaws.

You will always be the same way as we first met.

You will always be a princess forever in my eyes.

A Fighter's Friend

As I come from a battle,

Whether it be against one or one million.

Whether I face heights the size of the tallest building.

Whether I come from a battle where people see me as the devil himself.

At least I have you my friend by my side.

Giving me optimism,

Giving me warmth,

Showing me that no matter what the odds,

To you I'm the greatest hero ever.

For that I say these words,

Thank you.

Beating the Odds

They say I cannot survive,

They say I cannot win,

They say I cannot do my dream.

But I will prove them wrong.

I will work hard,

I will adapt,

I will find a way to win.

Because I know I will not only be a fighter,

I will be a champion.

I am An Island

When I am with people above me
I feel like I am on a treadmill out of control.
The faster and smarter they talk,
The harder it is to catch up.
I want to be like them,
Because no one likes amateurs.
But when they stop talking,
All there is silence.
I hate the damn silence.

When I am with the people between me,
The silence is worse.
I try to talk,
But they do not understand.
\They concentrate on what they feel,
And I have no choice but to understand,
Even when it hurts.

No friends above,
No friends below.
I am an island to myself.
Please understand me and get me off.

unknown

In the middle of the road,
There is a dreary building
That was once used to train for war.
But now in that building is a ray for hope.
A kind, lovely angel stands at the dark building
With pictures of children and cuddlies surrounding it,

I come to offer something simple
And she gives back smiles and hope.
Her touches are heavenly,
And her wisdom profound
And as I leave there
I feel blessed
That such an angel with her smile
Can brighten the darkest of nights.

Hope

The room of scars is a lonely, frightening room.
One no one wishes to be in.
But the secret is for that one who enters, many enter too.
Frightened, scared, hopeless.
Not knowing where the light is.
First, you must believe in yourself.
In hope, good things come, there is no bad.
In hope comes trust.
Because one person who locked you in there does not make a population.
Believe in good, believe in friends.
I may not know all the room of scars,
But I do know of at least of one exit.
And I promise a friend will be right there waiting.

Time

It judges not the outside,

Nor does it judge levels.

It worries less on money or status,

Or age.

It is time.

We think we can hoard it,

Wait for that perfect moment.

But it is merciless.

It shows no pity,

And you can lose it before you know it.

We may think we can cheat it,

But it will always win.

We cannot be reckless with it,

Fore it knows it is its own master.

So we must embrace it

Before it goes with the wind.

To Be Seen

To ask for nothing,

But to get a hello,

An embrace,

A conversation,

To be noticed alone as a human being

Is worth more than gold or popularity.

I enjoy those moments,

It is those I feel human.