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The multitude of colors,

Red, orange, yellow, blue, pink and more,

Were a wondrous sight to behold

The dark silhouettes of men coming home

Brought joy to the hearts of women and children

Their fathers, sons, brothers, and friends were coming home as last!

But many wept for there was none for them.

Boys now men, men now old, old and young both gone.

(Just a side note-I am Canadian but have strong British and French blood in me, hence the Union Jack)

Sigh

Surrounded by annoying things

Wanting to go and be alone

Tired of the same old things day after day

Yelling, Crying, Arguing, screaming

How much longer? How much more?

Peace and quiet are all I need.

The Colors

It’s like nothing I have ever thought of

Such richness, such intensity

The blue, so vibrant

The green, bolder than they described

The red, like the thickest blood

The yellow, bright

I still can see black, no longer the blackest black but rather a dull lifeless shade of something I once knew

The purple, kingly and royal

The orange, fire burning forever

The white, it almost hurts to gaze

The brown, sand between my toes

The gold, glittering

The sliver, sleek

Then,

It’s all gone  

Like

Like flying under dark waters

Like swimming high in the blue sky

Like running in quick sand

Like standing still on the gym floor

Like falling asleep at the wheel 

Like lying awake in your bed.

Lighthouse

Here at the top of the lighthouse I stand.

It looks over the sea so blue and the gray-white rocks.

I see the sun delicately falling into the sea so blue.

The gulls swoop and swing gently in the air that’s calm.

The ships come in day and night,

While their captains sing a song of safety.

Here at the top of the lighthouse I am free!

Here at the top of the lighthouse I can see,

God’s beauty for miles and miles,

Here at the top of the lighthouse.

Not Even Alive

They say that I`m not human, not even alive.

They can kill me at whatever time they please

I can`t stand up for myself-I depend on her.

To feed me, to care for me, to keep me.

They don`t like me, never mind love me.

She saw him today, they were talking

Talking about me, and something terrible

I can hear the words. I know and I don`t.

They say I have no feelings, that it won`t hurt

But it does, it make me sad because I`m magnificent

I want to come out and meet her

I want to live the life that God made for me

But.

They say that I am not human, not even alive.