Angel

Wandering she walk in the fields of time lost in her dreams of the worlds she creates. There is magic there inside her mind she can fly to any part of the world she wishes, but that is not what permeates her thoughts. She see her standing there, an angel glistening in the sun. The glow transcends from her angel to the yellow field of wheat like weeds. The crown she wears is spun from the golden weeds she is the angels princess. She laughs and plays as they talk of life to come. Tea parties, adventures, and walk by the river they take.  Years go by education ensues, the little girl is no longer a girl, but a woman now. Lost she feels in the world alone where is her angel now? she cries for her angel to return. Anger is the emotion she feds, abandonment from the angel she loves. Why? she cries from the pits of her soul as she aches in pain. Why? God, why? I need my angel to return. Lost was the once little girl. The angel was there as she watched the little girl learned and grew into a woman. The angel was there when she felt alone, lost, abandoned, and scared. For a mother love passes through heaven to her daughters care.

Battlefield

The soldier is born like anyone else. A smack and a burst of air hits the lungs. Life as we know it then just begun eating, sleeping, and noise in-between. Till the day they all begin to seem more than just noises that bounce around above they form meanings, emotions, and demands. Responses develop in time first in all things we roll, crawl, and walk before we run. This is how the life of a soldier has begun. Walking and running through life till we get to the "LINE" of take a step back or cross to our duties that call. For many their duty may seem small, other tasks feel large at hand, the soldier straps it on their back and still carries forward. Many of the soldiers never see war but keep and work on their tasks day by day till they are done and can walk away. The soldier that I followed I found had stumbled fallen and hit the ground.  In the mud this solder trudged for many years till on day the solder found the clear. Clean off the gear and mud from face. Peace was found in an unforeseen place.  Dreams of home, a childhood, loving embrace from ones true love dance in the soldiers head. Awoken by missiles overhead is this the moment I will be dead? Will life live on? The soldier now longer is running, or walking at all. Crawling is in times of war is the quickest pace. Little eating or sleeping take place, but each time you breath in air hits the lungs,  life from that point on has just begun. We are each a soldier on earth battle ground, breathe and know life from this point on has just begun.

Humpty Dumpty

Today I sat upon a wall I looked around the valley floor, people hustle and bustle about living their lives no doubt. Alone I sat aside from all, not sure if I felt big or small. Winds came and blew about and there i sat still and stout. Many days I wished I would fall and then I wouldn't have to watch them all, live there lives with love and peace. Some had pain that was their piece. Few came and spoke words of choice, to them I listened and advised. Alive they think I am on this wall inside I am dead to all. I have been dead dwelling int his bodies shell. Decayed my heart rotted inside like hell. None can see the pain that lives inside of me. Before I died inside I had never felt more alive love had entered my life for once. Trust I had, I gave my all. I for a moment thought I didn't sit alone on this wall I thought was built of stone. Pebble I thought you threw till it tore me in two. This shell of a body now lays in pieces you can see that there is nothing left inside of me.