Saturday, August 25, 2018

McCain

He was a War Hero you know,
this true red, white and blue American boy.
Like his father and grandfather before him,
he would grow to serve his country.

This true red, white and blue American boy
He went into the Navy to serve his country
Like his father and grandfather before him,
He would carry that service into war.

He went into the Navy to serve his country
His true character showed in how he helped his comrades
He would carry that service into war,
Staking life and limb to save another aviator on the U.S.S. Forrestal

His true character showed in how he helped his comrades
With bomb bursting and fires raging
Staking life and limb to save another aviator on the U.S.S. Forrestal
He was wounded in the legs and chest

With bomb bursting and fires raging
He was shot down as he flew over Hanoi
He was wounded in the legs and chest
He was beaten for serving his country

He was shot down as he flew over Hanoi
And he would suffer for it
He was beaten for serving his country
This made him an American Hero.

And he would suffer for it
Like his father and grandfather before him,
he would grow to serve his country
He was a War Hero you know

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Tribute to Lee Hernandez - US Army

His name is Lee Hernandez – American Hero

He is an American Hero you know,
this true red, white and blue boy.
Like the men that came before him,
he would grow to serve his country.

This true red, white and blue boy
He went into the ARMY to serve his country
Like the men that came before him,
He would carry that service into war.

He went into the ARMY to serve his country
His true character showed in how he served his comrades
He would carry that service into war,
Staking life and limb to protect others whose names are endless

His true character showed in how he served his comrades
With bomb bursting and fires raging
Staking life and limb to protect others whose names are endless
He is wounded to his very core, but his soul is whole and strong

With bomb bursting and fires raging
He was wounded in his prime
He is wounded to his very core, but his soul is whole and strong
His spirit will not be beaten, for he served his country well

He was wounded in his prime
And he would suffer for it, but
His spirit will not be beaten, for he served his country well
This makes him an American Hero.

And he would suffer for it
Like the men that came before him,
Who would grow to serve their country

They are American Heroes you know.
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Monday, December 7, 2015

You are my Grace, I am your Monster

I remember the day when your mother told me she was pregnant
They were difficult times meshed with moments of joy
We had just celebrated our one year anniversary
Sean was just ten months old
And I knew you would be a girl as I knew your brother was going to be a boy
I dreamt of you, your hair color, your name, your destiny
And I cherished every thought of you until you were born
The dream came in your guise, I was there
When they tore you from your mother, a handful of ginger plump
Soft downy red, light hazel eyes and a soft mew of a cry
I loved you even more.
Yet you came into a world of upheaval, loss,
Anger, frustration over life and I got to hold you
You comforted me and made me whole, I was your father
And you were my cherished ginger princess
Yet my world was cruel and it created a cruel man
You grew to watch me strike out at your mother
And my booming anger damaged your gentle heart
Each angry word, each heated moment burnt a mark
Upon your kind soul
Until at seven you could no longer bear it
You found your voice, my anger returned to me

You screamed “I hate you”, I knew it and it destroyed me.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

#NationalCoffeeDay 2015



Blackened fruit,

Hard like life,

Earthen fragrance

Sun sourced vigor

Smashed into thousands fragments

Your energy is never lost

"Oh mighty fruit, release thine vitality unto me!

That I might conquer nature’s lethargy”

Life released by liquid heat, searing the fog from our eyes

Yet we still fail to see the nature of your harvest

Dark hands, hard and cracked like a water starved lake bed,

Picks your energy burdened fruit so that

Lite soft smooth ones may count their riches



There is no equality in a world burdened by gold

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Breakfast

Happiness
is the pancake
drowning in syrup
smothered by the mouth
of a smiling
child

Kama Sutra

She is the nomenclature for my love,
Syntactic perfection
more than a thousand words worth.

She enunciates with her hips
and purrs with her eyes,
the mews of my muse makes rainbows melt.

The lexicon of her passion
has no definition for fulfillment,
Stamina is a  virtue of her creed.

When she throws her tantric tantrums
new yoni verses explode from her lips
like Canons of romantic worship.

Her fervor is my Eucharist
I am her communicant
Partaking in the sacrament of

Her thousand little deaths.

Monday, April 6, 2015

Poetry Is ...

Poetry is the perfection of thought, using words, which is never attained.
Poetry is the literary proclamation of experience, which no one else will ever quite understand.