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.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Love Is



Why do people think they know what Love is?

Writers muse for endless eternities,

describing all of the conduits

Yet rarely scrape the surface of

Love’s resolute nature.

Love is recognition of

that of yourself that you worship

Measured in another soul.

Love is someone who kisses as good as you do

And yet you could learn a few tricks from.

Love is afternoons swinging in a hammock

Playing with your lover’s hair.

Love is touching them just SO

And watching them gasp with excitement.

Love is getting up, to make them a cup of coffee,

At 530am, when its your day off.

Love is the warm tongue of

“thank you” kissing your ear before

They depart, leaving you wanting them more.

Love is a quickie in the shower

Before heading off to work

And at lunch

And while driving home after work

And before making dinner

And while watching TV

And just before you pass out for the night

And thinking your dreaming only to wake up

Wrapped in each other’s arms. 
 
Love is holding their hair while they puke

Cleaning up the mess

Never complaining about it

Even after they try to kiss you

Before brushing their teeth.

Love is never measuring their faults

According to your gauges

Because you know you are as broken as they.

Love is being wicked together

Philanthropic together

Rebellious together

Complacent together

Together.

Love is never having to say you’re sorry

But doing it anyway, right or wrong!

Love is a Demi and Patrick moment

A Jennifer and Patrick moment

An Ellen and Patrick moment

A Gates McFadden and Patrick moment

An Alice and Patrick moment

A David and Neil Patrick moment.

Love is not revealing the losers

Of the next Game of Thrones Death Match

Love is sticking it out for three more months

To let that emotion Pass

And finding the Passion

To Renew the Love that is.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Lost Words


like a Sea Turtle choking on the plastic 
bags of human Selfishness, 
my wealth of words
is Submerged
under the dubious Constraints
of Self-Appointed judges. 
Perfection of thought
seems no longer Attainable
when Supposition is
presumed Evil
Purely as a Consequence
of its Origin.

like Frenzied scavengers
feeding on the Bloated carcasses
of Majestic blue giants,
Addle minded cretins
tear away the Fleshy
Conjugations swimming in
the Lagoons of my mind.
Fragmented narratives
drift hapless, useless
into a Murky abyss,
the Hell of lost aspirations.



like Screaming sea nymphs,
Purposeless souls lure
Wretched wandering pundits
into Deadly shoals
made more Dangerous
by infinite Whirlpools
of circular Reasoning,
I am therefore
i am Wrong.
Like playful Denizens
dancing through the Waves,
my Mind should be free
to spin Yarns
of fleeting Wanderlust
or unceasing Lamentations.


but like an ocean of Jelly Fish
Stinging my psyche,
good Intentions become
floating Obstructions
to my unique Candor.
Thoughts are
the Heart of words,
real or imagined.
I cannot make Vocabulary useful
once Appropriated.
Thoughtless, frayed minds
build parapets of Hate,
Obscuring my Convictions.