Poem for my Wife

Accepting Mortality.
Scary.
That it is to be.
Sacred to know such truth.
Honoring all of those that passed.
Bee's face the fate of all.
God calls us his.
His we are.
His we will be.
One Day.
Not this Day.
Perhaps.
I Live.
I Love.
Often Over Extrapolated.
I think therefore I am.
Simple.
Life calls.
God Calls.
I Am.
As are you.
Me.
We.
Us.
Eternal.

I remember 9-11

The day of terror was alive and horrible.
I remember feeling sad and confused.
As to why anyone would want to hurt the innocent.
So horribly and with great efficiency.
I was much younger then.
I knew very little of the horrors that we did.
19 years before my time was not my forte.
8 years i grew and began to know.
News began to surface, movies told the stories.
The mighty US began to feel vulnerable.
Suffering from not being well liked.
We did our best to buy happiness and force feed democracy.
All to no gain.
We like to help a touch too late.
We like to help in way that is not just.
Sanctions hurt those, that we mean not.
Powerful corruption hurts those that are destitute.
Inequality breeds the hatred to do evil.
The wealthy exploit to do the deed they never would.
We in turn reciprocate.
In a pompous fashion.
Jesus is mentioned.
To the victor go the spoils.
On our own turf it may be.
Tis a cycle we must end.
At all cost.
The differences are not there.
Just what minds eye perceives.
We Wake.
We Break Fast.
We Drink.
We Laugh.
We Live.
We Love.
We Parish.
C'est la vie.

Single Payer.

Health, Wealth and Love.
Wall Street health care.
Wealth, Greed and Die.
All costs point to no.
All costs point to yes.
Extreme polarization.
Inequality breeds contempt.
Even those that have and do not.
Government acting on the rules of the Lobbyist.
Lies.
Health, Wealth and Love.
Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.
Wall Street health care.
Decisions for you.
You may not.
Uneducated Rhetoric.
Flows from the mouths.
Fools are they.
Health Care.
Privilege.
Given Right.
Life.
Pursuit of Happiness.
Fallacies remain.
Worlds best Treatment Centers.
Lacking.
Prevention Centers.
Answers remain.
All in a pill.
Wall street run health care.
No Mas.
Single Payer.
I will be.

I Am Home.

In case you were wondering how Daralyn and I's trip went to the Dominican Republic, absolutely amazing to say the least, and not enough words to describe the joy that was this trip. if you want to find out everything, you really need to come visit Daralyn and I to explain all the complexities and awesomeness that was this trip, but i will leave with something i wrote on the Airplane before i landed into Miami from Santo Domingo, and it goes a little something like this.....

Everywhere, folks of all walks of life think that the grass is greener on the other side.
We all believe that truly, to a certain extent.
But, one thing for me, I like to stay planted and rooted in my imperfect yard.
My yard has dandelions, thistles, bare burnt patches, over walked and trampled areas.
Even the occasional bits of refuse that find it's way there.
It's important to get away and experience some else's green grass and the glistening dew.
Admire it's luster.
For a time.
And, think of the blades of grass as an amazing and lush lawn.
For a time.
But.
I love my burnt yard covered in weeds and burnt patches.
Rats and Possums that eat from my garbage can.
All the pollution and silly luxuries that i fill in my life.
But, one thing that remains.
Time spent with loved ones is the greatest gift of all.
Louie Armstrong said it best.
I see friends shaking hands saying "How do you do? They're really saying, I Love You."
Dorthy from Wizard of Oz says "There's no place like home."
Other might say "Home is where the heart is."
And, all three are right.
My heart belongs to God, Me and Daralyn.
So, no matter where I end up as long as God is above, I am alive and Daralyn is by my side.
I Am Home.