Far away love

 The giddyness I feel upon the hearing of your voice.
The honor that I feel in the valor of your choice.

It takes a man quiet strong to fight and save the day
...

, but it takes a woman stronger to stay true while he's away.

Ducking bullets, knives, and missles is the plan
to sail far away and fight the Tailiban.

I am proud of my lover that much I can say
I just wish that his fight wasn't so far away.

I am proud of my sailor taking the battle to the seas
doing what he can to bring terror to it's knees.

Sometimes I'm filled with lonelyness a deep and cold dispair
it's hard to love a ghost, and a man thats never there.

 

 

 

Written for my friend and " sister" Anna to cheer her up when her fiance went out to sea.
 October 12, 2011

In my eyes ( written for someone who is still near and dear to my heart)

Your beauty is not in your face, for that will surely fade
Your beauty isn't in your hair, which will eventually degrade
Your beauty is not in your eyes be they green or blue
Your beauty is in none of these, believe that what I say is true
"where then, is my beauty?" you may ask; be patient and you shall see
Your beauty cannot be seen, but trust me it shall last
It will always be a part of you after these have passed
When your eyes have faded and your hair has turned gray
Your wrinkled face will turn to me and this is what you'll say
"what is this thing you speak of that has remained unseen?"
The answer, my dear, is simple; it's your personality


Fall-Winter 2011

The angel of death

I've always wanted the reaper (the angel of death) because it represents a lack of fear in the eyes of death.  This purple hooded figure stained forever into my flesh is an ode to life through the acceptance of an imminent death. A sort of live life to the fullest crest if you will.

We are the wind

If I had to describe us we would be the wind a soft embrace in the gentility of the breeze, or the strength of a gale bearing down , upon us comes things both good and bad malevonent and benign; and although we are unseen we can still be enjoyed. Our presence made within the bounds of our intangibility, no the less imbued upon that which we interact with. Although I have yet to see you my friend, ours is a friendship like the wonders of the wind.

Im sorry I couldn't come and see you don't take it as an insult and althought we have yet to meet each other you are nothing less than a sister to me.

sincerly yours , your big little brother