the 4th of ju-lie

with the sound of explosions deafening the ear
i close my eyes to feel apart of history
the mind warps to the colonial times
each blast shattering and rumbling the skies
re-creates the memories of wars past
cannons smoke fills the air
blood curdling screams voice the lands
as the evening comes to its end
paranoia fills my frame
i cannot rest

welcome home

it astounds me that the chest cavity
carries one of the most blessed
parts of the human anatamoy
that it allows us to express,feel and share
so much love to ourselves and others.
to often we forget to express our gratitude of our
fellow man. TO often do we express and glorify
the negative we sometimes see in another.
rather than to invest time and enjoy the accompaniment
of the person right next to you.
we all experience everything in life for a reason
we may not always know right away or why.
Yet it helps build us, and allows us to share
with those around our experience to empathize
with what they may be enduring.
allowing us to initially become closer and love one another
hatred is such a weakness.
crawl in humility. before standing in honor.
im so grateful for my life and what i have experienced
in my short 22 thus far.
the people in my life bless me more than they will know.
i love. i thank you.