| My heart twists and hits the ground, reaches up and touches her face with soft fingers, brushes back her brunette hair. Feet leave the ground and lips touch, stirring fairy tale feelings, and yet- she is real- real as the lips that touch hers. We never saw it coming, but it is the peak of my feeling. I want to scream it out, tell it to the world, but it is just for us- her and me. |
| The Thoughts |
| If it's here and you ask me about it, I might explain you the meaning, if you can't already guess at it- if it has a meaning. Then again, I might also tell you nothing. |
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| Just For Us |
| 3/16/04 |
| It started with: gecko and hamster, two opposites. Five years of nothing, and then- a spark? Breakfast, television, Turquoise eyes gave way to jade, Knees gave way from lips, touching unexpectedly for the first, Saint Valentine's physics and Fantasia- True beauty sat where knees could not give to flight; A heart closed as quickly as her eyes, Never to feel the strength of the beauty again. How ends it so- as quickly as it began? Could not a sister be a lover all the same? No. |
| Confusion |
| 3/16/04 |
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| If you squint your eyes enough, you can still see them� the bright, eager, young eighteen-year-olds. Their faces have not suffered the wrinkles of age and wisdom, and they are na�ve enough not to see "the big picture"� not to see what lies ahead. They do not yet see their fallen comrades in their arms or the utter brutality of battle. Some believed in what we were fighting for� the true and righteous path of the American system of democracy. Others saw our fight against communism littered with ulterior motives. Many proved their courage� 245 received Congressional Medal of Honor citations. No service branch was without a recipient, as all felt it a great privilege to have given the ultimate sacrifice in the line of duty of the protection of their country. No words can express the debt owed by so many to so few. Besides the 245 Congressional Medal of Honor citations were countless Bronze and Silver Stars, Purple Hearts, and other medals awarded to those who were not afraid to show their true patriotism. Some enlisted, while others were drafted� yet they served during a time of great national crisis. Army, Navy, Air Force, Marine Corps� any person who donned the uniform of the soldier of the United States brought honor upon himself and his family. So many names fill the wall of those that did not return home. So many names of those whose families never saw them again. Yet, if you squint your eyes enough beyond the names on the black wall, you can still see them� those bright, eager, young, eighteen-year-olds who believe in their country and who support its military� enough to serve in it, and, if necessary, lay down their life for what is just. If you squint you eyes enough, you can see me, staring at my own reflection in the black wall. The times are different, but my beliefs are not. The torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans, and I will not let the torch's flame fade. |
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| 3/17/04 |
| NJ Vietnam Veterans |
| What can a moment do? How she melts my heart, though simple and plain- sleep upon my shoulder, fair girl- the sun rises early on the fifteenth day. Seek not the radiating light, for I can see your soft skin in the darkness. Be not frail- I will support you in my arms. Moonlight's beauty will not fade- it will live on in my heart, as will you, my bittersweet Valentine. |
| Stuck in a Night's Light |
| 3/20/04 |
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| How do you make me feel what I can't understand? Losing control, heart beating faster Legs pushing quicker. Four years of wait for fifty-one seconds of glory. A winner in front of thousands, Living the dream. Six years of wait for three days of beauty. A true self in front of you, Losing you forever. I stress both, yet can only tame the first. My heart knows two things, But the second is forever a mystery. A pursuit in futility, Pushing away one, While winning the other. |
| Feeling |
| 4/25/04 |
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| Thrown out on the street, Kicked in the ribs- By the one that makes you feel Something you can't describe. Afraid of pain, Afraid of love- Ran from her, But you can't run from your heart. Your heart will find you, It knows no bounds- She is still there, Don't lose her- She's all you have- She's your everything. |
| Everything |
| 4/26/04 |
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| You've dropped my heart like a China Dish, leaving me shattered. How did our fun become so much anger? You walked away, feelingless, disgusted to be more than friends. Why did it end like this- weren't we something more? You've found yourself another, looking at him the way your eyes once looked at me. I lie in a puddle of my own sorrows, broken and alone- wanting only you. You've crushed my heart, and I cannot escape to another girl. There is only you in my heart. I love you. Only time can heal that wound now. My anger is gone, replaced by tears. When you turn to see me, I'll be gone, too, for I've walked away, just like you. There are always more chances- I leave open my heart's door forever for you. |
| The China Dish |
| 7/10/04 |
| Feel not the cold about the frozen lake- You are safe and warm with me. Know the glow within my heart- You are home with me. See the light from between the stones- You have prayers from me. A snow-covered ground, a whispering wind- our first walk together. Two hearts beat as one. Beauty walks beside me- a smile, a laugh. Taken away from her environment- thrown into a life not her own. Steady her, I do. Touch your lips against mine- it is your first. Remember it always. It will be as special as you. |
| First Kiss |
| 1/31/05 |
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| Two pairs of footprints Walk side by side- Markers in the snow. Imprints in the ground, Lead to what? Only you and I shall know. Truly seeing you for the first time, We walk together, While a cold November wind does blow. Tears spent in my arms- Protecting you from life's harms. Smile again in the end- Be happy, my dear friend. |
| Two Footpaths |
| 6/28/05 |
| One year passed without rage; Missing those eyes, green and blue. Time moved on to another age; Living my life without you. Life spent as if playing a game, Ending in loss all the same. Lessons learned, Time not forgotten- Love was all for which I yearned. One year ago, the clock does chime, Yet a remainder stands of that time. A stand out shows the time passed: A rose, one rose could not last. There is another, reminding me of you, Returning me to your eyes, green and blue. |
| Time |
| 9/9/05 |
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| There was a time in our nation when the words duty, commitment, and sacrifice were not hollow buzzwords used by politicians. They held deep meaning as patriotic in the real sense of the word. When American called upon its citizens to defend the freedoms we enjoy each day without thought, they answered the call without cynicism and without mental reservation. Serving one's country was an honor, as it should be. They answered the call because it was the right thing to do.
There was a time when we believed that we could do anything, that our government could do anything, that our leaders could do anything. America could change the world by the iron strength of its willpower. American word became American deed. America is not respected around the world because of its culture, but because its citizens defend everything they stand for so passionately when those American ideals are jeopardized. There was a time in America when politicians told us to not ask for the government to provide for us, but for us to sacrifice for the government. There was a time when those words rang true in our hearts, when we believed in those words without doubt. There was a time when those words were true, when promises were enacted. Our way of life was challenged by many different -isms, and our sacrifice emboldened us to win the struggle against tyranny. There was a time when heroes didn't run or pass, heroes didn't dribble or shoot. In this time, heroes wore the uniform of our nation. Heroes stepped in harm's way so that so many could live a life of freedom. Heroes were as respected when they came home as when they left. When America committed these heroes, there was a sufficient reason, and we believed. There was a time when what we said was what we did. One man would say we could win the war against fascism, and we would win the war against fascism. Another man would say that an American would walk on the moon, and an American would walk on the moon. There was a time when word meant action, and promises meant deeds. There was a time before the Me Generation, and in that time, there was a We Generation. In this time, I would sacrifice for us, and we would work together for our common good. As individuals, we each had abstract dreams in the distant future, but as one, we had concrete goals in the here and now. There was a time before politics was a dirty word, before it was taboo at social gatherings. There was a time when politician also meant statesman. Politicians sought not to energize their base or appease their supporters; office holders acted in the best interests of the people� of all the people. There was a time when personal sacrifices came in all shapes and sizes. There were victory gardens, rationing, tax hikes. This was a time before taxes were always too high, before troops were committed too long as soon as they were used, before... Before. There was a time before this. There was a time when America was great because the people who inhabited it made it so. There was a time when the good of one person was subsumed to the good of America. This time was long ago. Before Iraq, before Vietnam. Before. Only our grandfathers know of before. Before war protests, before Watergate. Before. There was a time when America stood between two choices: it could continue being the Me Nation and collapse, like Rome, or it could return to its core values for the long-term, supporting change, believing once again that America could be great with sacrifice. That time is now. America stands on two different banks of the confluence of time. Our grandfathers know the foundation of America. Are we to forget their sacrifices? Are we to have them lived their lives in vain? We are America. Which path do we choose? |
| 10/21/05 |
| There Was a Time |
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