Fair Flying

Some say it's peace that lingers here; Some say it's passion that glows clear, And I'll remember it always as something bright With hidden hopes for our eyes to fight Against the invasion of fear.

I stepped out into the snowy stillness and all I could feel was hope. I knew my whispers would be heard as shouts.  I let the wind carry my voice to the clouds. The stars would hear too, if they listened close, and the moon would bend her beams to shield us from snow. The sun was leaving, but he left the skies teeming. The sun has left for now, but he will always be there to beckon us home.

Think back. Think back as far as you can remember, and then some. What was your first memory?  Do you recall your first heartbeat? Did it beat like a drum? A feeling? A fleeting fall? Is there something that stands out? Is there anything at all? Now look a little closer. What do you see? Is it joy? Is it love? Is it sky? Is it sea? Is it pain? Is it sorrow? Was it yesterday? Is it tomorrow? Look me in the eyes and tell me these things mean nothing. Look me in the eyes, because I can tell you they mean more than something. You are life. You are strife. You are stronger than any knife, or blade or sword that can cling  to skin that refuses to sting. Please don't forget any of it; Don't forget a single thing. Never forget where you came from. Never forget those who made your life great.  Never forget those who did their best to defend everyone, even when others were full of hate. Never forget the people who raised you, even with a...

I wish you many things, my dove- bright and brave things, like love or cool things, like ice beneath warm fingers, so nice or gifts upon gifts, in troves where do they come from? no one knows but this Christmas eve, I hope you receive the bright and brave truth, of many-a-youth: I love you, I do.

School's out for Christmas and I couldn't be happier, hello, my dear you're looking quite dapper in all of this chaos I'm still hanging on to your hugs and with you this Christmas I am feeling your love. I know we'll be good for Santa's coming 'round the bend We know we'll be good Christmas doesn't have to end if you lift up your heart to the sky and you sing, the angels will too and the church bells will ring for all of the things you have in your heart this Christmas, will start. We're home for Christmas and I couldn't be gladder, although this year's been one of the madder through all of this joy we'll be in it together, just pull me in close with the sleeves of your sweater. I know we'll be great if we're just hand in hand We know we are great through it all we will stand if you lift up your heart to the sky and you sing, the angels will too and the church bells will ring and all of the things you...

If you are someone who many people look up to, look upon life in a way that you would want someone else to. There is no denying we live in a world that can be as cruel as the demons that reside beneath it, but there is nothing worse than letting that negativity engulf you. There is nothing worse than letting it eat away at everything you are. There is nothing worse than letting it consume you, and dragging everyone you love down with you. I cannot say that I'm not a cynic sometimes, because that would be a lie. I can clarify, however, that I don't enjoy being cynical or pessimistic, because it's not the way anyone should think. Sure, there are a lot of things we go through in our lives that leave us feeling defeated, hopeless. Unfortunately, there probably always will be. But there is so much more for us to be thankful for, for us to revel in and share with others. There are things in this world that are bad, and there are things in this world that are ...

It's dreary here, where comfort bears no place in my mind It's fickle fear that puts us here wherever we are this time And it hurts like hell, knowing I cannot tell the difference of lye and lime But I imagine then the perfect plan to configure new ancient rhyme... And it is said when we go to bed, in the morn we'll feel sublime But it is not Sublimity I want; It is the vastness of time.. I know it's strange and I know I'm deranged, but sometimes I'd like to rewind.