With Honor

The fearless and proud, we thank you eternally,
Veterans who served, tears for your journey,

Remember not only, Memorial Day,
God bless every soldier, god bless the U.S.A.

Photo by – smallwarjournals.com


Freedom For America

Let it be spoken, that on this day,
A new America, will lead the way,

No politics or partitions made, just honor, respect, for lives we gave,

Freedom was granted, heavy in cost,
The strong survived, our best were lost,

Every soldier that passes, to protect our flag,
Our Bill of Rights, Constitution clad,

While Lady Liberty, overlooks the ocean,
Standing proudly, promoting notions,

Freedom of speach, a voice in the world,
Religion our right, persecution endured,

Justice for all, our democracy fight,
Push on until last, our stars will yield light,

A country so gifted, remembrance now  paid, beloved my pledge,
Truly yours,

Ben Franklin Quote

“For my own part I wish the Bald Eagle had not been chosen the Representative of our Country. He is a Bird of bad moral Character. He does not get his Living honestly. You may have seen him perched on some dead Tree near the River, where, too lazy to fish for himself, he watches the Labour of the Fishing Hawk; and when that diligent Bird has at length taken a Fish, and is bearing it to his Nest for the Support of his Mate and young Ones, the Bald Eagle pursues him and takes it from him.

“With all this Injustice, he is never in good Case but like those among Men who live by Sharping & Robbing he is generally poor and often very lousy. Besides he is a rank Coward: The little King Bird not bigger than a Sparrow attacks him boldly and drives him out of the District. He is therefore by no means a proper Emblem for the brave and honest Cincinnati of America who have driven all the King birds from our Country…

“I am on this account not displeased that the Figure is not known as a Bald Eagle, but looks more like a Turkey. For the Truth the Turkey is in Comparison a much more respectable Bird, and withal a true original Native of America… He is besides, though a little vain & silly, a Bird of Courage, and would not hesitate to attack a Grenadier of the British Guards who should presume to invade his Farm Yard with a red Coat on.”

Ben Franklin


Photos by national geographic

Born of America


Silent nights, berated souls,
Hunger, hopeless, a want for all,

Sound of scense, narrow sight,
Release, retreat, that lonely night,

Surrender solitude, fortitude gone,
Strength, charisma, before than long,

Power in motion, lifecycle change,
Reverse, restore, our American names,

Sublime in message, born republic,
Patriot, Flag, the tathered or blooded,

Show the fallen respect, for love of this country,
Red white or blue, till death will become we

Whom Have I Become (Part 1)

In a city just east of Boston a child was born. It’s the 1980’s the economy is bad and my life would reflect upon the times. The series of events that would follow proved to be arduous and made me stronger today. Times were tough and at moments I wondered if I would survive.

I was raised in a three -decker in the heart of the city. My mother turned a blind eye, my father was the root of all evil. We were as dysfunctional as possible, and quite poor. My parents were young teens when I was born. They had many shortcomimgs but we’ll get to that later. My house was an oddity. My family lived on the first floor, my grandfather the second, and grandmother the third.

One Saturday as part of my routine I went to visit my grandfather upstairs. I was 5 years old at the time and loved his company. After all, he gave me money to buy penny candy. We began talking when he asked what’s your father up to? Me not knowing any better said “putting white stuff in his nose”. My father had quite the habit I would find out later in life. I can recall lines of cocaine on the table all the time. My grandfather told me to “stay put” and I could tell something was wrong by the look on his face. I sat and played with his dogs waiting for him to return. Given my young attention span as time passed I thought nothing more of it.

My grandfather returned and told me to go outside and play. He handed me a dollar and off I went. I approached the door of my house after playing in the yard. As I reached for the handle of the screen door I was violently snatched by my hand! My father in what seemed to be an instant ripped me into the house, dragged me to my room, and slapped my ass so hard, so many times, I urinated on myself. In what seemed like an eternal beating he never spoke a word. This resonated with me for years to come.  I had no idea what I had done to make him so angry.

This was my first memory as a child and would not be my last!