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Good ol GD's picture
Joined: Feb 19 2008
The embers glowed softly,

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."

" So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

JerseySchwartz's picture
Joined: Jun 5 2007
Citizen Forgive Fellow Citizen

Forgive them for all they're good at doesn't make money
Forgive them for they feel as someone else burden is heaviest
Forgive me for acting like I'll break voicing these chain dragging complaints
Forgive the squeaky complaint from the corner of the oil laden working day.

Citizen forgive those unable to embrace a most precious moment in life
Citizen forgive those in loss of compassion and patience waiting in line with unwarranted self importance
Citizen forgive those in the turning of the way went astray
Citizen forgive natural state of new money cruel as it is

Forgive Saudi Bush their attempt at constitutional disregard, voter fraud, lies and war profiteering
Forgive the opposition for offering only more oppression
Forgive the nationalist running on a war criminals' record
Forgive those who rival their belief systems construed with the image of their enemies mannerism

Citizen forgive them for giving up handling snakes for lent
Citizen forgive the tax stamped skull censorship in a sensory chip
Citizen forgive the Olive Garden for insulting the Nights of Columbus
Citizen forgive these dream filled eyes for believing too easily

Joined: Mar 12 2008
keep on dreaming

this was the first song I ever wrote, about 30 years ago when I was 16.

Float down the river
Look up at the stars
Climb the highest mountain
And find out who you are
Walk through the forest
Sail the deep blue sea
Open up you heart and let you spirit be free

Time waits for no one
But someone waits for time
Perched on a limb
They see their castles in the sky
I'd like to find a way
To make these dreams come true
But all I know is what we are
Is what we try and do, together

I've been around a long time now
And I can see what's going down
If it were up to me I'd change the world
All the things I'd like to see
Like love and peace and harmony
And a smile
For every boy and girl

Out on an island
Riding with the sun
Into eternity
The journey has begun
If were to make it
On this earth
That we all share
Protect the wilderness
The oceans and the air

Joined: Mar 12 2008
deep thoughts

Blah bliggitty blah
Ooh ooh ahh
Shish boom bah
Ha ha ha

free idea's picture
Joined: Aug 11 2008
come home to Love

come home to Love
where ever you may stray
when the hallways shrink
and darken with shadow
come home to Love
if they rip your ticket
and say wait over here
but you see your ship
is leaving
come home to Love
when you moved away
it seemed okay
you wanted to make it
on your own
show you could really
take it
and if you've found
the treasure
you were after
then stand up tall
and hold your ground
for when the wind blows
the fools away
we'll see who is
still standing
talking normally
come home to Love
remember how the
first two piggie
houses blew away
in the wind
but that brick
shithouse still stands
come home to Love
while you still can
time's a wasting
did you listen to
the words of the songs
that you were playing?
come home to Love
where it's always like
you never left

free idea's picture
Joined: Aug 11 2008

when me desires turned to expectations
they took wings like griffins
and derailed my loco-motive
I wish I had a known about that
before it started to rain
Hey pull your head in
out of the wind
It's really starting to
Pull your blanket in
tighter around you
And move closer to
the fire
I'll tell you a
One that will really
take you higher
Cause we're gonna climb
that hill
Sooner or later
We'll scale it like fish
And laugh when we get
to the top
And keep right on going
We're never gonna stop
Throw another log
on the fire
You're really gonna
like where I'm going
on this
You can leave all your stuff
over there
You won't need it where you're
Empty of all
hopes and dreams
But full of what
I cannot speak
There is only
Let it flow
All over you
Where the goosebumps
Run like crazy fools
Over your senses
And you forget
where you were going
What was I here to get?
What was the last thing
that I just thought?
It's all shredding
out there behind me
like tattered clothes
Oh yeah, that story
about the pilgrim
Standing in the barn door
in the rain
Yeah, pull your head in
out of the wind
It's really starting to

free idea's picture
Joined: Aug 11 2008

it goes without saying
the heavenly choir is
there's gonna be a
-if you passed the test
we'll see you there
on that other shore
underneath the rainbows
with that certain smile
un- believable ever knowing
down in the valley
the smoke rises
around the pile of ashes
up on the mountain
the fire's still burning bright
you can see the flames
through the trees at night
though you don't know
you're flying low
head in the clouds
don't stop to compare
until you're ready
to turn that finger around
when the light shines down
it doesn't matter where
you are

JerseySchwartz's picture
Joined: Jun 5 2007
Seraph Game

The room is empty, identical insight appraising orthographical difficulties
Inactive omens once swept across an empty windowsill
Have become a manifestation of this cathartic fruition.

Play’s a game of name the seraph
Privilege to die without ego liberated without weight
Neutrality freewill carbon and ash
Expressions of blessed determination remain ever certain

Abide for the occasion remnants of what will be again
None of them are here, as if ghost are hidden
Behind the window in a charade of shadow and shade

Sudden liberation from the inner-struggle
Instinctive projection intuitive action inevitable compassion
Voices of belonging assonance follows
Causeway spirit appear in after-space

Is there anywhere hidden?Tranquil sense of ceaselessness
Neutrality giving presence unto the space between
Revealing everywhere the wind can hide

Play a game of name the angel
Grasp transfiguration of deathlessness
Fold the shroud as the flowers that close at night
Perseverance maintains common air, ordinary breath.

Intuitive embodiment allude familiar clue rebuke the grey
In the midst of mystery anomaly hints
The room is empty left to only stillness

Joined: Mar 12 2008
take a ride

Let the sun shine down, and let the river flow
Hold me in your arms while the seasons come and go
And when the dawn breaks, I'll be by your side
Come with me, let's take a ride

Let the rain fall down, and let the flowers grow
Take me by the hand and never let me go
And when the storm breaks, I'll be by your side
Come with me, let's take a ride

Let your love shine down, everywhere you go
And if you'll come with me, I just want you to know
Whatever roads we take, I'll be by your side
So come with me girl, let's take a ride

free idea's picture
Joined: Aug 11 2008
under cover of another

Living my life under cover of another
But now I know it's time
for me to live,
A life of my own

All this time and you'd think
I would have learned it
But here I stand; all alone
Waiting for the sound of you
Pulling in the driveway
Hoping for the sound
of your voice on the phone.

So many days, gone by wasted
I don't want to waste any more,
I told you, I showed you, it's all I can do;
The rest is up to you.
And me, I need to see
That I'm not the answer to somebody's problem
It's time for me to live
A life of my own

Got to go home and sit awhile
God, I got to be alone

Will the rest of the world please
move over for one more man on his own

||: I don't know
---- I hope so :||

So many days gone by wasted
waiting for your letter
Sitting by the phone

Got to go home and sit awhile
God, I need to be alone

I spent all my life
Under cover of another
But now I know it's time
For me to live
A life of my own.


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