New poem for lyekka3000. copyright Born2008

Where's my galaxy girl
and how has she been
riding the waves of sounds for them

eyes tight shut
in Rhythmic dance she sways

Does she know i'm waiting
silently still
to hear thee approach
your angel wings

Please come down
fly no higher
your presence is what's needed

Till then I'll sleep
sweet dreams and wonders

Sing to me
upon your arrival
notes of sound and honey
wake me from my bliss

from dream to waking dream
of witch i wish no other.

Hi lv peeps. I wanted ta give a shout out too all that have become friends and subed my little corner of the milkyway galaxy. And to those who have'nt yet........you will be assimilated into the collective. please dont struggle,cry,whimper,or plead for assistance. it will only make matters worse. its in bad taste and a sign of weakness.

Unknown Soldier © Copyright 2007 Born

Unknown Soldier

The march is long,
The burden heavy,
Pain and tears unending.
Left me not alone.

Onward you go with me,
a step and yet another.
Future left unknown.

My food in times of hunger.
Warmth in rain and thunder.
A rock steadfast ye be.

Who are you I wonder.
I turn to ask the other.
Your name unknown to me.

My name is not what matters,
Though many I've been called.
Of names I'll tell you this.

Of alphas and omegas,
the morning, noon, and night.
My armor given to you,
helping   more...in this fight.

So ask me not my brother.
Though son of mine ye be.
Beating heart within you,
residing there is me.
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I was looking thru live video when I came upon a tribute to a fallen soldier. I myself am ex military, so the tribute was heart wrenching and inspirational at the same time. The lines between wrong or right and why we fight can sometimes be blurred. But know this, the men and women that fight for our country. Sister, brother, father, or mother they all need our support no matter what political or philosophical side your on. they built that tree fort with you in the backyard. Or let you stand on   more...thier feet while you were a little girl dancing. Maybe a road trip once that you'll never forget with a friend. Or acting silly signing karaoke in underwear when no one was watching. Just the very act of reading this post is a gift of pain and suffering of generations before you. Regrettably, the world will always have sadness and death. And there will always be those that hate and covet who and what you are. Do you leave your doors unlocked, children unattended, money left unsecured. We need soldiers and security to live the way we do. And so others for example, can drink pure water, go to school, love who they will, and to pray to whomever God they wish. If your car was stolen you would call the police right. In this case people want to end us.....all of us, that dont conform to thier religion or beliefs. So who do you call, the military(police). The ideology and policies of a few men in history have led us to where we are today. that notwithstanding the reality is people will always hate. please open your mind, maybe a history book or bible. And thank a soldier......hell even a cop for the freedoms you enjoy. So I wrote a poem for a fallen hero....just a thanks from me to him.  less

Constituent Parts © Copyright 2007

My constituent parts,
All abstract and scattered.
Ceaselessy wandering,
the mind in it's matters.

Vast, unending they be.
Bottle them up, lest thee wither.
Shackled the wonders... innerself.

Speak to me of ancients past,
And mysteries left to ponder.
Speak to me o' Ancient water
of journey's long endured.

"Encoded generations"

Speak to me thee wind,
Secrets yet unknown.
Dirt of the earth,
share with me thine self.

Monuments of sand and stone,
Tell me of your sitting,
Of aches and   more...moans, and suns that shone.
Your time here never ending.

Darkness in the heavens.
Hint to me your might, of silence and pulsations,
Grinding time immortal.

Of births and deaths, I wonder.
Constituent parts, gather these up.
And form me to a wholeness.

I shall reflect your wonder,
And of knowledge ever after.....  less