Lost But Not Found

It seems I have lost something.
It appears my train.
That thought process that inspires me.
The one that keeps me on track.

I had it that last time I looked.
Yet, I am not sure where it was.
How do you gather thoughts of inspiration?
Or do you just wait for them to come?

I seems to be moving away.
That train of inspiration.
I run to catch it but it just speeds up.
The faster I run the faster it goes.

My words are going away.
My thoughts have spilled onto the streets.
My shovel has a hole in it.
And gathering the few that are left are slipping away.

I should wait and see.
Maybe they will come back to me.
Finding that they miss floating around in my brain.
And once again life will be in balance at least in my minds eye.

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The Old Man And The Stone

As the passing sun rises in the east.
And life is but moment in time.
My eyes but watches the hands move by.
The clock so still, the breath so slow.

Darkness the wind doth blow.
Moving curtains to and fro.
The latch of the window not so tight.
The moon hung low in fright.

Laces and bows dawn the dress.
Tails and ties the suit does fit.
A putt and bang the car rounds the bend.
A happy day does begin.

Oh what woes we weep.
When we do not sleep.
The day is long.
The night so sleek.

The Old Owl hoots a warning.
The Raven sits a waiting still.
The Wolf howls at the empty moon.
The door shut tight against the wind.

What more does man think he can do?
The grave comes and takes him to soon.
The women cry and the children beg.
And not even the bells of Church can be heard.

Chime once more oh clock of mine.
For I think I heard the stroke of nine.
And if it comes day or night.
We will stand again the mighty fight.

The day is gone, the hole is dug.
And man becomes what he once was.
From the dust of the earth.
To the dust of the grave.
The reaper stretches out the hand.
The body then goes in the cold hard ground.

A marker is put at the head of the hole.
A name and date written in bold.
In years to come will pass it by.
Never to stop, look or cry.

For as time passes in a blink of an eye.
The memory of man passes in the light of the sun.
Today his story is told.
Tomorrow it is worthless even in gold.

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Someday, Someway, Somewhere

I seen you standing there so tall.
Massive beauty in the skyline.
Proud a Nation to have you.
Many came for care.
Others for prosperity.

Though I never stood next to you.
And had never been near to you.
I have only seen your picture.
Majestic against the sky.

Inside of you were many.
They went to and fro.
Working day in and day out.
Just to earn a living.

Many were the rooms.
Many were the floors.
Many were young.
Many were old.

Every movie,
Every news cast
You were there in the background.
Standing above all the beauty of your lines.

Then one day in a blink of an eye.
You lay at the peoples feet.
Shards of glass and metal.
Tomb to many souls.

Your beauty gone.
Your place in the skyline disappeared.
People looking in disbelief.
Clouds of dust covered the ground.

People screamed and yelled.
They fell many to the ground.
Pain was heard many miles away.
As your beauty sank ever slowly to the ground.

No, longer will you stand before us.
No, more will your beauty be seen in the background.
No, longer will you stand for freedom.
You will be forever lost in time.

You will be remembered.
The brave souls who came to rescue you.
The souls who perished.
The hurt and the pain.

You stand in time with only one other.
The souls entombed in that watery grave.
So far away they lay asleep from a day gone by.
So Pearl Harbor and the Trade World Center.
Will long be near.

Our hearts were sad.
Our beings were mad.
Our very freedom attacked.
The lives that were lost.
They were of many faiths.

The men and women.
Dug in the rubble.
They tried to save at least one soul.
To save the dying and calm the weak.

Long will we miss that shot in the movie.
Long will we miss that photo opp with you in the background.
And yet we will move on.
We will pull up our boot straps.
And we will move on.

We will still hurt.
We will still morn.
We will lay flowers where once you stood.
We will cry for our loss.
Our loved ones you took.

But when the sun sets.
And we lay down to sleep.
We know we are stronger.
For the freedom that we seek.

We know that you may be gone.
And we know at times we may cry.
But we know that you stood.
For the principles of Freedom.
And for the that we remember.
And for that we will know.

No, matter if the skyline is gone.
No, matter if the people have died.
No, matter how we felt.
We will still go on.

Heads held high.
Our resolve stronger than before.
Our Unity of humans of a great nation.
Our love of those who gave their all.

The planes that came down.
The souls they claimed.
The brave and the small.
Have truly left a hole.

With all of this.
We say to you.
Thank You for your service.
Thank You for our pride.

We will remember.
We will not forget to celebrate.
The souls life that they took.
Now along with Pearl you will be remembered in books.

And in our minds we will cry.
And in our hearts we will hurt.
Someday we hope this world will be at peace.
And your memory will not be in vain.

And so my friend I say goodbye to you.
As the new found sky.
A look of the future.
Reaching higher in the sky.
Radiate with light to show the way.

As the flag waves.
And freedom rings.
We look to you.
For a better day.

If I

If I don’t smile today
It does not mean I am mad.
If I don’t say anything
It does not mean I am ignoring you.

If I am looking at the ground
It does not mean I do not know where I am going.
If a tear rolls down my cheek
It does not mean I am sad.

If I mumble under my breath
It does not mean I am talking about you.
If I don’t look you in the eye
It does not mean I hate you.

If I sigh real big
It does not mean I am confused.
If my phone rings and I don’t answer
It does not mean I did not hear it.

If I am not at work tomorrow
It does not mean I am sick.
If I do not call you
It does not mean I have forgotten you.

If I leave without saying a word
It does not mean something is wrong.
If I look at the clock a lot
It does not mean I have an appointment.

However if I put my hand out to you.
I do need your help.
If I look up at the sky
I am praying

If I do all this it just means
I am having a bad day.
But I do not wish to make yours bad too.

No one said it would be easy.
No one said it would be so hard.
But someone said you can handle it.
Someday it will all go away.