Good Friend

What if a good friend

Was someone

Who fought for what is right

Someone who consistently looked over their shoulder

Without much fright

At confronting a person causing someone else harm

For far too long

What if through their life

They were told they were too headstrong

Too much of a nuisance

Always choosing wrong

What if right now it's our job to prove

That they were right

All a long

-- In loving memory of Dave Wynn--

Making a Map

But even after you’ve been warmly accepted, revived, clothed, housed - body and soul The memory of the past takes its toll What do you think you are doing? Living this life that was never yours? You are fooling no one and you are a fool to try Every day you just trick him into a lie Don’t you forget, you accepted your fate long ago And it will find you to claim what you forever owe Just because you’ve made it out doesn’t mean you have escaped Every tender act of love is shrouded by the times that you were raped ... But he doesn’t give up, your saving grace, Despite your lies, Your cold, mean eyes. You don’t have to fall back into the trap You’re already out, you can draw your own map

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Escaping isn’t a one-time deal, Freedom isn’t something you can steal. Just because you broke the bind, Doesn’t mean you can leave it behind. You let yourself be captured, you did what you could to survive, But now you will carry it for as long as you are alive. But don’t fall back, forge a new way, For these good things, too, they can also stay.

The Boom On 4th of July

The first one rang

Silence was all that over came

The thoughts in our minds

As we talked through the sound of our times

A snap at first

A crackle ain't the worst

But when The Boom was the sound

It was difficult to believe that it was someone just messing around.

The 4th of July before isn't something to ignore.

It was some of the worst news I have ever heard before.

Waking up to hear some people got hurt.

Now the only life they get to live

Is the life

That resides in America's dirt

The dirt that we used to grow our food.

The dirt that saw blood over decades of use.

The dirt that I grabbed handfuls of as a kid.

The dirt that buried all my kin.

__________________________

They died in this land as well.

By their own choice.

With freedom ringing from the Liberty Bell.

One last breath

For the tree of life to grab

The last exhale

Of the life they had

That means a lot to me

During our country's trying times

It's a friendly reminder

That they fucking tried

They taught me to face the world together.

Weather it's a nasty winter storm

Or the beautiful summer weather. ____________________________

We don't get to pick when the time is right.

To celebrate all our lives all in one night.

But with a country underneath our feet like this

I know i want to say

"I stood."

Rather then hid

Hid from the storm that came our way.

Hid from the truth by what we can't say.

Hid from the dirt that we all grabbed as little kids.

Hid from what no longer can be hid.

This is our time to rise with our flag.

Because this is our nation to be had.

It is our nation built by our American dads.

And American mothers.

And American sisters.

And American brothers.

It is our nation that I will not let be undone.

Happy 4th of July.

Sincerely,

An American son.