Monday, December 31, 2007

Happy New Year?

another year has gotten older
and today i smile in my mirror

another second has gotten older
and today people smile in the streets

another minute has gotten closer
and yet we find ways to make them longer

another day has gotten older
and yet my wrinkles are yet to come

another month has passed
and well so has your life in my hands

another decision has created a new year
and so today we cherish all we had..............last year???

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Freedom Rings

Comprehensive injection into the soles of my hands
Blistering paper listening to the dripping of sands
Answering the question of a timeless way
Forever and ever our soldiers we shall pray
Into the darkness led by the eyes light
Clinching skeletons prepared to weather the fight
Congratulations you are chosen to be the one
For them to say he was great but yet was our only son
So now we walk in the streets of our freedom and bliss
Staring at his shadow alongside of them that’s what they’ll miss
So raise your heads and hold them high
And never forget to salute our flags that forever fly

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Never!

As a Boy I loved being outside in the sun
For hours barefoot I would run
From dawn till dusk and dusk till dawn
Making fake slip-n-slides on our lawn
Master of the gravel street kickball game
Dreams of a life filled with fortune and fame
I loved being a kid with no worries or concerns
Because I didn't know until now about lessons I've learned
Scars on my body and plenty on my knees
Remembering the attempt of punting over the neighborhood trees
So being a kid doesn't and didn't last forever
But as it gets further away I will forget it..............NEVER!

Friday, December 28, 2007

Today I Wondered

Trials of life
Life of trials
We wander through wanting
Wander through yearning
Wander through needing
Sometimes our lives seem just a blur
The fast lane has come to a halt
And our emotions are placed in a vault
Locked away to relinquish the terror of life
The social suicide of a rusted knife
But in the end are we all just left alone
Wishing we could run home
Home to mom’s fresh tortillas with butter
So instead I close my eyes and quiver
Am I the one who’s lost or have I never really wanted………..