God Bless these Men, the Ready, the Weak…

Lord Bless their Tongues, when they no longer can Speak.

God, Bless the Storm, as it Creates and Destroys.

Bless Ears with guidance, Through The Labyrinth of Noise.

Bless their Hearts Lord, that pump Courage through Vein…

God Bless their Rage, that help fight Past the Pain…

Let them Band Lord, with Rifle and Drum…

Bless the Deaths taken, For Out of Many Come One.

God Bless the Hour, of wrest-less nights’ sleep…

Dueling with decision, knowing Mother Will Weep.

Bless the Hand Lord, Two Minutes to Twelve…

And grains of sand Slipping, taking away from Himselve

God Bless the Peril, Bless the Terror, Their Fear…

-“Bless Every Man, Lord.”-

Living on Your Blue Sphere

Speak the Names, Raised on Brass Shields

The Young and Old, laying in Red Fields.

Speak the Names, Carved into Stone

Of All those who, Nev-er came Home.

Speak the Names, When the Sun shines Bright

The Ones who won, Your Prize, With Fight…

Speak the Names, when the Moon is a glow

The ones Lost and Gone, to Where? Only God might know.

Speak the Names, the Ones you’ve not met

From when Independence, Was just a bet…

Speak the Names, The Ones in the Sea,

Who went Down Down Down, so Sigh-lent-ly .

Speak the Names, that Landed on a Beach,

And Found out Firsthand, Sometimes you can’t just Preach.

Speak the Names, The Ones Overhead,

Who must fly forever, while We all sleep In this Bed…

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Speak the Names, it’s the LEAST You can Do,

Names now Long Gone…

To Give a Gift to You.

I’ve been to the edge, teetered and swayed…

I’ve looked down below.

Viewed Lost Souls, as they Waved.

But I stepped back, thank-Fully…

Clung to life, not Cheap Thrills

I smile Forever…

Not Sub-Jected, to Life’s ills…

I’ve read so many books

On planes, on trains, in nooks…

I’ve read by light of day

And by candle, in the Dark

I’ve read while warm in bed,

And under… ice white, frosty bark

I’ve Read the Words of men,

Who breathe and walk and till

and I’ve Read The Words of Men

Who rest in ground, laying Ever Still

I’ve read The Word of God

And even the word, of That Old Dog

I’ve lightly read on surface

And Deeply, Words Below

I’ve read what you could Read

And yet never, ever know

But the Words I wish to read the most

BE the words of mine,

For HERE, I’m just Their host

NOW My story, is still in Penning

My heart pumping Blue, the Ink

Some Words have not been written

Perhaps I carve out room to think, I Think…

It landed on the ground and the people thought it was good.

It looked delicious, this apple. A bite was taken by one and then he soon spread the word about how delicious it had been. Everyone wanted one and indeed, everyone took one for themselves. But what they did not know -what they could not know- was that this apple had something in it’s seeds. And inside of these seeds was a parasitic organism and the organism went Inside of them.

Soon the organism hatched and it began to grow. It grew arms that began to sprout claws and you would think that the organism was going to destroy its host. But it did not. In fact, it decided to lay dormant instead. The claws slowly began to hold back tongues and the tentacles reached to their eyes and made them blind. Another appendage found their ears and made them deaf. It decided to control them instead of destroy them. And the people were so happy.

And we were under attack…

An energized purple orb of rippling violence started to bounce over the sky and as it bounced, it fragmented itself multiple times and it did not appear to be stopping. And the sound, the sound was unlike anything I had ever heard, like a Roman Candle, only on a celestial scale and the sound immediately terrified me.

I know.

Everything in that moment faded from my mind, any concern, everything went away. The comparison of magnitudes was made and I knew, not thought, that this was the ultimate display. I would never witness anything, anything like This again.

But I did not run or hide. I watched it all with the indifference of an ant, when a human decides its time for ants to die. And I watched those orbs of charged purple lightning bounce from city to city and I heard no screams which scared me only more, for them.

I knew there was nothing I could do for them or for my self or for anyone, even those I Personally loved. It was Absolute…

But where did it all come from?

Simple.

It was not an enemy threat from some distant planet. Someone here made it and loosed it.

Why?

Nobody knew. Maybe just to see what would happen.

So I just watched it come nearer to me, and I put my headphones on…

I Am the little Foolish baby.

I Am the Man, who Must learn.

I Am the boy, knowing One thing,

The one always in a Rush.

I Am my Fathers Image,

The One, Who Death would love to touch.

I Am the Son of an Angel,

Not meant for this place.

I Am the Brother of a Woman

Who cannot help, but to Race.

I Am the Watch, the Silent Sentry.

I Am, become Death.

I Am a friend to All,

When befriended In Return.

I Am the brain, Second Guessing.

I Am the Fire, that WILL, that will burn.

I Am the Thought repressed,

I Am the striking Hammer, but swinging in the vain?

I Am the Force, moving even Still,

Unmoved by Every pain.

I Am the Wolf, keenly Hunting.

I Am the eyes Ya’ll never See.

I Am your Darkest Night… More?

If you make of me…

You’re enemy*

Older Man, take a look at my Face,

This, is my Solemn Plea?

Do you see a man, over six feet tall?

But how did I grow taller, than a tree?

Was I a Good Eater?

Did my Mom, cook for me?

Did MY Dad grow Things,

Did he Water a Seed?

Was I taught how to Fish?

What did I catch? There’s a Lot in the Sea?

Did my Uncle keep his promise,

About what, he Owed to me?

Did my brother help me Up?

Did I grow stronger, as We…

Took on the world,

That’s a tall order, See?

Did Big Joe Lend a Lesson,

Did he know what I would Be?

Questions hard to answer,

For I’m not This Fully Grown…

To Move forward Though, One Final question…

Remember Me.?

You were someBody

In a place far, far away

And a Big Voice asked you…

“Do you wanna Go and Play?”

Bouncing a Pale, Blue Ball

That Voice said, “Here!?!”

You caught it with Two hands

And look it’s been another year!

You were a baby

When we first Saw you.

We couldn’t know then

That you were on track

To be Our First Baby

So then you could be…

The Leader, of a Little Pack

And when you turn Eleven

You’ll be called “Big Sis!”

And you’ll call me Your Favorite

And forgive me

For what I had to miss

And when you turn Fifteen

I’ll teach you how to drive my car

And 6 more years later

I’ll protect you at the place with a Bar

But right now Miss Mar Mar

Today, you turn Six

So we can talk of this later

And make more time

For pulling funny tricks!

Centered In, the Universe…

Rest the Words, Where They Began.

Not bothered by, Space and Length,

Just Comprehension, of task at Hand.

“To BEing so, so far away

HERE’s small thought, to help you Band.

NOW listen First, then you may Speak

Think and Think, and you Shall too, -Someday- Upright Stand…”

The Dreamer Woke, He must have Heard

The Words Delighted, for Very Few…

And Rose He did, Ran Jumped and Flew

“Leap”ing from a Rock, Landing somewhere new…