On a day with a beautiful sun

Posted by in Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Honor, Love, Romantic

On this day, with a beautiful sun
There was a cool summer breeze
I felt it as if the tips of your fingers
Were drawing whimsically on my soul

There was a simple belief in me
The simple shared joy of knowing you
Realizing I could love something I couldn’t see
yet I knew somewhere we shared this view

On this day, with a beautiful sun
There was a moment of subtly perfect adoration
When I knew my heart could still feel your breathing
Where the substance of these emotions found a home

There was an innocence never lost between us
The simple passion I could feel when I closed my eyes
Realizing I had found someone who I could trust
and I knew that my love could no longer be denied

On this day, with a beautiful sun
There was a sacred place that I welcomed you to
I share it with you, knowing you would never forget
and I, the man whom said ‘I love you’, would never regret

Relation to Life

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Honor, Spiritual

I haven’t done too much comparison poetry for a while so I did this. I needed to relate some of my feelings for everyday items in life to how life feels sometimes. That while something may be broken or incomplete it still has value.

Relation to life

A rope with many knots

  Strong yet tangled

    Complete yet broken

A window with a crack

  Broken yet whole

    Solid yet transparent

A life without hope

  Survivable yet painful

    Existing yet pointless

A canvas without paint

  White yet textured

    Blank yet defining

A sky without clouds

  Clear yet plain

    Vibrant yet subtle

A person without love

  Alive yet lost

    Searching yet forsaken

Never forget the heart inside

Posted by in Coffee - Volume Two, Honor, Love, Romantic, Spiritual

I thought so many words
Some that crumbled into my mind
A few that I could barely afford
and some that were hard to find

I thought of so many ways to say
Things that I had always believed
Some words that brought feelings to stay
and a few that I just need

I thought of so many feelings
People I cared of, no loved
Some that I adored and completed me
and one, that I could never love more

I never let my heart leave me
For it was my only friend
Almost always, warm and compassionate

I never set my heart behind me
For it was with me, never before or after
Almost always, held closer than I could hold myself

I never forgot my heart inside me
For it was me, not a thing apart
Almost always bringing a smile to my face

I never let my heart leave me
No I never set aside my heart
No I never forget this heart inside

Traveller’s Cant

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Honor, Spiritual

I have walked a thousand leagues and seen I have many things. My steps are that which press my past, yet lead me to the unseen. In this time I have lost myself and have found what may have been. Now here I sit in front of you, wishing to tell this tale

 

A grand recant which leads you to and from my family

Not a story of words, but of feeling and emotion

This is not a tale of epic saga nor happy ending

Merely a phrase from a life still being lived

 

My life has never been so warm, nor has it been so well

I have fought with all the days gone by from later till now. Yet I find many things forgotten and few remembered. This is the life I was born to be

 

Wandering from land in search of destiny

Despair and loss destroying the wine from my lips

But so did I find peace in singing with my family of old

Neither faith nor hope could control my path, for I am a wanderer

 

Going to and fro may indeed sound like an odd way of living. But it is within those travels step by step that I learn of what I love. I find it peaceful, nigh comforting to know that my home is everywhere. A home made of family – which compares to nothing of where I roam

 

I danced one night with my sister and fell upon my knees. It was not a fast dance, just a dance that reminded me of warmth. I danced that one time for all to see and then I left the scene. It was not a sad dance, just a dance that reminded me of living.

 

 

 

It was not always this way, but I cannot remember when it wasn’t. My steps have been so far apart that I often cannot recall. But I remember that dance with my sister, and I quite enjoyed the fall. It wasn’t about the dancing, merely the comfort and beauty of family

 

I drank a bottle of wine with my brother and fell upon my rear. It was not a good wine, just a wine that reminded me of our humor. I drank that one time for all to hear and then I believe I left the scene. It was not a tasteful wine, just a wine that reminded me of laughing.

 

It has often been this way, but I cannot remember when I cared about it or not. Relaxing with family has always been the best part of what I recall. But I don’t remember the foul taste of poor wine, only laughing throughout our words. It wasn’t about the wine, merely the comfort and humor of family

 

So you see this is who I am, not an epic warrior or uncharitable soul. Just a wanderer who remembers little of where I’ve been, but everything of who I’ve been

I am not an individual nor am I alone, I am that which reminds me of living. A memory taken with each breath, remembering and enjoying my family

 

I so often miss my family.

Fallen Soldier of Shame

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Dedicated Poems, Honor

In a day gone by

 I swore an oath to survive

  In a field bled dry

   Eye for an eye

 

My oath to believe

My word to succeed

 

You and I were but strangers

 My lord and my liege

  You and I were but strangers

   Yet my blood, yours to bleed

 

I awoke on that morning

 A horn calling your name

  Our lines broke on the morning

   My sword to blame

 

I bled on that field my lord

 But fled before falling

  I failed in your name

   My regret and my shame

 

Oh my lord I am sorry

 My regret cannot be denied

  Oh my lord I am sorry

   But in shame I survived

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