Robert James May Poetry

I hear my kids laugh and I think of their past when they first said "dad" and all the times they were sad and, my God, I swell with desire to see them grow old. I hear the stories told from those before me and thank God they were bold enough to help me create the life that I hold. I, simply, see the next sunrise and thank God I'm alive and can, maybe, strive for this idea of acceptance to his eyes. I rejoice in each day created by the Lord, I lived to see it rise. Gratitude will keep my thoughts on a high rise and my hope will be my guide

The path that I travel was revealed in the dark. The spark of a dream set my goal, set apart From all the roads I've previously taken.   Shaken and stirred by the word, struck abrasive. And now I face him in the dim, dim light And I fight him with all mustered might And realize tonight that he and I are one. His eyes see the sun as mine, can't run Because his heart is mine that beats. He's me and I'm him.  Take control and grit our teeth. Face the demons of his creation that feast  On his pride and release destructive talk. Ive walked as him and broke in the duration. Now I face him. And I will win.

The stars and stripes blow proudly in the breeze. I stare, lost in far gone life, loudly it stares back at me. My flag. I claimed it as mine at one time. My symbol divine. A beacon that shines, calling those like me to loyalty and fire. The inspired fought bravely, some lost their lives and we cried But pressed on due to duty with their memory inside.  My service expired, the fire never died, the past with them in it is in the forefront of my mind. And now I look at my flag and it looks back. Do you remember me? I ask.