Sometimes I sit to write a line and words they do not come

how can I scribe what's deep inside if nothing can be found

I take the time to ponder more, my life perhaps inspire

Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

To fear ......To fear not, for fear is what binds
Soldiers and Heroes in their human minds
To each is akin and ne'er be ashamed
Soldiers or Heroes the feeling's the same

If I could stand tall ... it seems as a tree
no green leaf to fall .......... strong branches to be
Bark so strong and roots so deep
standing so straight, never leaning to weep
Alas it wont happen for seasons gone fast

Oh, to look at life with the scrutiny of love
and a partially blind eye

Last night I dreamed a lovely dream of how my life should be
Of where I was and who I am and what I've yet to see
I walked up to a mountain top upon this world I gazed
a labyrinth of in's and outs, it seemed like one big maze
And then a voice it spoke to me ..no need for this confusion

I've seen the night .........
the stars so bright ......
all fear is gone

All seems so peaceful ......
I feel so calm now ........
my sanity has won

As a youth I would lay with my back to the ground
my face to the heavens, and my eyes to the clouds
Some are a wisp, as from an artists light brush