The wind carries the echoes of creation throughout the land,

A detoxification of earth has begun with another war at hand,

I breathe deep to absorb the essence of Mother Earth inside,

How many times I wonder has our Karma Master tearfully cried,

I’ve crawled the green of earth with weapon in hand too often,

Experienced first hand how our world can suddenly soften,

No matter where I’ve been I’ve thought of you through the day,

Wondering how you were and what you were doing along the way,

Heard birds sing songs so beautiful that intense emotion was felt,

Songs so melodic that words formed causing hard hearts to melt,

Again I thought of you, each beautiful moment I experience is of you,

Of you I am, of you my heart beats, for you forever my heart beats true,

The intensity of my hardships have been felt deep for so very long,

Without you I am of the weak, meek and weak through, I don’t belong,

Cry for me I pray, I need but a word, a whisper of air will bring relief,

Oh but for word, any word from home would bring with it new belief,

It seems as if the anchor of an enormous ship has been cast overboard,

Attached at my waist with links of hard steel pulling me from shipboard,

As I sink into the deep abyss I search for light, a light of encouragement,

Sea creatures scurry about yet the sea scurry adds to my bewilderment,

Is this abyss a reality or a realm dimension known of as sleep or escape,

Can escape halt reality, is it possible to escape wars wrath in good shape,

Impossible would be suitable for such question of misguided innocence,

How of you I seek and pray, through you I escape hell’s painful vengeance,

Let my eyes find sleep as your beautiful innocence enters slumberland,

To be sought as no other spirit of sleep’s dimension just to hold your hand,

So simple is my request yet so impossible a task from where I am today,

Such need of heart is never simple for a broken heart is but a minute away.

The end. By Pat

For Patti

Until the songbirds no longer light upon a tree,

Long after disaster has taken every drop from the sea,

My eternal soul will search for my angel’s touch,

No matter the turmoil of life I’ve loved you so much,

Around the curve of future roads we cannot see,

I will face with courage anything that could harm thee,

The glow of your aura is real with energy of love,

If only you could see within my mind who I dream of,

Home is not a structure or space occupied by we two,

Upon first sight the sudden bond said my home is you,

Raise up this day with joyous wonder to celebrate,

How two teenagers could suddenly visually relate,

Blessings given shall never be taken back by the Lord above,

This special blessing I write of is your eternal love.

By Pat

The end, for you baby, I love you.

Yellow Joe and the other birds never got along as they should,

He is a little bird that lives to explore trees and houses of wood,

Now you may ask how do I, a human, know about ol’ Yellow Joe,

One thing about ol’ Joe, he is the silliest darn yellow bird I know,

Now Yellow Joe, is not one to be deterred without a doubt,

Found a place about one inch on the opposite side of out,

The place Joe so desired to live within is within my bedroom,

This is a predicament because I wasn’t vacating the room,

To intimidate me, Ol’ Yellow Bird Joe and his middle aged beak,

Would fly from the tree into the window until his beak would leak,

I bet you’re wondering, how does he know Joe’s a middle aged bird,

As crazy as it may sound but it was from a pretty blue bird I heard,

Joe’s plight is worry, worry he won’t marry before he is an old bird,

These little treasured birds of Texas live but six years I have heard,

So now I’ve gone and done it as Joe hates for me to discuss his age,

He is near the middle age of three, middle aged at such a young stage,

To discuss his age brings Yellow Joe’s rage because of a phobia (fear),

Also afraid the pretty little blue feathered bird won’t listen or even hear,

Hearing is recognizing sound but to listen to, is a need to understand,

Understand I beg, at first I guessed as to why Joe took such a stand,

A fat little fluff of mid-life bird slamming his head and beak into glass,

Today poor Yellow Joe has hit glass so hard he has fallen onto grass,

As I watched him slide down my window glass I thought I saw a smile,

How can a bird’s hard beak bend to form a smile I wondered for awhile,

Joe thinks he’s intimidated me I’m sure, that’s what brought Joe’s grin,

When he returns from his slide down the wall the true battle can begin,

Joe being Joe just hated being Yellow Joe because Joe was no coward,

No doubt yellow only pertained to color but this made Joe act awkward,

It was hard to deal with a name that could be his color or action taken,

Perhaps I should say action not taken, for once when Joe was shaken,

So it was then that a little yellow bird got “Yellow” as a handle or tease,

See Joe is friendly, so friendly he could speak to lady birds with ease,

But for one, a pretty little blue bird named Skye, made Yellow Joe weak,

This little Skye blue bird was the prettiest of birds with pretty little beak,

For her Joe would do anything but first to prove he wasn’t yellow, yellow,

Skye bird had said she would never nest with a bird that’s a yellow fellow,

She was referring to a cowardly bird, she didn’t care what was his color,

I’m sure by now you’ve figured out that ol’ Joe wasn’t the smartest feller,

But try he did with all his heart to show to Skye bird he was the right bird,

Then suddenly came the loudest noise, the loudest bird noise I’ve heard,

It wasn’t a thud but more of a bird meets glass with beak plus thunder,

Concerned, I ran around to hear a weak “tweet” that made me wonder,

Was all this worth what poor Ol’ Yellow Joe was putting himself through,

And there sitting, watching, atop a branch was a pretty little bird of blue,

I then understood, I truly did, what poor Yellow Joe’s woes were about,

My brain went wild as I gave it thought, I fell to the ground with a shout,

Little Pretty long feathered Blue Skye bird never saw what I did then,

I placed half awake Joe atop my face, then I saw that bird beak grin,

While laying there my mind was clear and I understood the bird’s word,

He had chosen a Goliath to defeat to remove the yellow from Joe bird,

Not the color of course but the implied coward he had worn all his life,

She finally saw that Joe wasn’t yellow and agreed to be Joe’s bird wife,

Before left he gave me a wink and said watch for little birds of green,

I thought to myself little birds of green is something I haven’t seen,

What made him think and how could he know they would be green,

Yellow Joe had thought it through it seems, his future he’d foreseen,

Yellow and blue does make green so ol’ Yellow Joe could be right,

It’s good to know why that little bird seemed to be picking a fight,

It’s been four months and Joe is back slamming his head into glass,

Maybe it’s the twenty little greens in tow without the little blue lass,

Perhaps haste is not the best when birds pick a mate for remaining life,

As with the human race, time is best taken to avoid a lifetime of strife,

Funny but somehow I hear little greens yelling “do it again daddy please”,

Ol’ Joe had so much practice he now slams his head into glass with ease,

He wasn’t there to fret but bragging of how he’d won over their mother,

In the distance I could see a little blue pretty bird so proud of bird father,

What I thought had been wrong but it does prove what true love can do,

Most anything can be done from love and our heart, it’s like how I love you.

The end, by Pat

My sweet girl,

You asked in Patti fashion and left in a whirl, 

What am I gonna do with my angel of a girl, 

Do you want a beer she asked sweetly of me, 

Oh yes I do, sweet love, right after I pee, 

My pee is gone and have nothing left to drink,  

Not that I drink pee but that made you think, 

What is implied is that I peed long ago and still wait.

I beg you true and I beg you now, don’t be too late, 

I am so thirsty my parched lips will leave a nasty spot, 

The moment glass meets lips of the drink you brought, 

Please sweet angel hesitate no more, 

Though you’ve slighted the man that’s outdoor, 

I love you, so correct this slight, little angel I adore, 

I love you desperately with all my heart, I’m thirsty, 

Thought it was going to rhyme, left you wanting more.

The end 

I wake each morning in search of where you are, 

My dreams it seems has taken me to a far away star, 

Or is reality my existence in a world beyond bazaar, 

Dream states are non-real or perhaps they really are, 

My eyes are deceiving me,” I think, in this world I’m in, 

For there at my side is you, if so, let my life here begin, 

Don’t wake me, I scream out to anyone that is within, 

Then with startling clarity I realize I’m the one I’m in, 

To begin could be a leap forward or it can be a slow toe, 

Inched forward with caution as if, it’s afraid to move slow, 

If I wake from a dream state to find you then I will know, 

The world I seek is closer to real as long as in it, you show, 

But to awaken without you near brings dreamt fear, 

Dreamt fear can be so real that it brings death near, 

However if you are anywhere near I hope I see you clear, 

And if you whisper bring close your lips that I may hear,

To explain my life dream is to explain me as I am today, 

A dream to me is not a dream if you are here to stay, 

No matter if a dream or reality you’ll remain if my way, 

My existence, my life, if labored is worth the dues I pay, 

Decay of life is now within my frame to forever remain, 

For you, I will endure anything if but another moment I gain, 

A bolt of lightening was the flash of light used to ingrain,

Your image so beautiful is more than a memory in my brain, 

Perhaps you left dreams to become the girl of my dreams, 

Since I was but a small boy you’ve forever been there it seems, 

Once in a dream I met you, then upon a vessel of light beams, 

Then to crawl through the opening of reality to exit my dreams, 

From the vessel of light I crawled through what wasn’t a door, 

It could not be more right as there I stood on the second floor, 

Though we couldn’t unite at that time we belonged forevermore, 

I embraced love and lept into love with you, the one I so adore. 

The end, by Pat for Patti, my sweet angel, my wife.

As a young sailor my heart was carried by the wind each morn,

As angels gather the souls of the men laid to rest I heard a horn,

Though labeled a sailor I was a soldier with a weapon in hand,

As wind blew across the land I heard angels help dead to stand,

Please Mother Nature carry my love on your winds to her today,

Thought I smelled the mowed Texas grass but it soon blew away,

Heard my schoolmate cry although he died a year before I came,

They are hot on my trail but exhaustion has filled my worn frame,

The three I left behind are wearing heavy on my mind and heart,

I’ve their dog tags in my pack but to leave them tearing me apart,

I won’t give up, I won’t,  I swear I will carry the tags to send home,

Wonder if the dark angel that wanders the field will leave me alone,

I’ve a girl back home that wants my return at least I think I’m sure,

The cards I’ve been dealt weren’t the cards on the Navy brochure,

I hear a chopper on the other side of this jungle I must live through,

Run hard I keep telling myself and this nightmare won’t be true,

The blood on my hands matches the blood I’ve worn for two days,

I’ve washed my hands but whatever I do the stench of death stays,

Jock itch has overtaken my groin and thighs so bad that I bleed,

Where is my fairy tale of romance and love, how about what I need,

I’ve so often cried this time that my throat aches like a crying child,

Praying for failed soldiers to guide me home cause I’m running wild,

The sound of the chopper is gone and I’m afraid the end is coming near,

If death’s to come calling just know it’s losing the girl back home I fear.

The end, by Pat