Michael Fudd

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Theres a man with a bruised face
He walks with little grace
He has a slight limp on his right
a memory of his very last fight

His eyes are a maze of dispair
His skin is dark his features far from fair
He lives all alone, a hermit of some sort
alone in his castle or frontier like fort

His right eye twitches with every breath
Everyone bringing him closer to death
He sulks back to his dreams at the end of his day
he will return return, someday, of that i pray

Leaving My Tread

I peer around, my life is black and white,
All around, there is little noise, no reason to fight,
This is no way to live, in a hidden place,
No difference in the day, no new face.

Everyone seems to blur into one being,
They go along rarely ever seeing,
They have their jobs, their places to be,
But they never get out, to truly see.

See the real world, beyond the wall,
See children play, and jump, and fall,
You will never see real life, while in here,
You will never feel the scare, or fear,

You do not have these memories I do,
They stick in my head, like paper and glue,
You where not given these, to deal with,
As far as you know, it is a story, a myth.

I am leaving now, for you to deal with these,
There is a time, where everyone must pay their fees,
As I step out into this new world, not knowing where to head,
I will go where I go, I will move through a world, leaving my tread.

Normandy

The wind hits the ocean, ripples across the sea,
As I peer out, thinking of what I am to be,
My helmet in my hand at my side,
I look down at the sand, and think of the ones who died

I ran for the beach, rocks under my feet,
Not knowing if I would make it, what I would meet,
The sand was hard, the obstacles stood up like towers,
Sand, from explosions came down on us like a showers,

In front of me, a man was hit by a shell,
His leg flew up in the air, and then gently fell,
He crawled to it, gripping it in one hand,
He screams aloud, enough to shake the sand.

I cower, and drop to one side, my hands over my ears,
I see sand kick up from enemy fire, all I hear, is my fear,
I have no courage, nothing but this fear,
I look down the beach, as I feel the wetness of a tear,

Time seems to stand still, as water rushes up against my legs,
The water is blood red; I fold my hands and begin to beg,
We will never forget those who died on that day,
The bodies that still rest, in what is now a bay,

Grandpa Jim

Grandpa Jim, has to be atleast one hundred and twenty,
He looks as though, he could fall apart, and has aged plenty,
His health is perfect, his wife is still alive,
How does he do it? How does he survive?

I went to the reunion, expecting people to be sad,
But no… are laughing, talking and glad,
I cruise around, looking for the guy,
As I cruise around the area, I let out a sigh.

After hours of looking, I head back to the place,
Expecting to see a mixed up look, on my Grandpas face,
I couldn't find him, did he die, is he dead?
Nah, he is somewhere, you know he moves around like lead.

I shrug my shoulders, and move to the men's room.
As I am headed through the door, I hit someone BAM BOOM!
I look up, sitting on my butt, and there is Jim.
He is grinning, his denters crooked, should someone tell him?

He helps me up, and gives me a hug,
Hows that for a 92 year old lug?

Ode to Ali

Though, at times you may be unhappy, and sad,
I will always be here, trying to make you glad,
You have done so much for me, I fell that I owe you,
For your love, and kindness, and things you do.

You're like a flower, waiting to bloom,
Waiting for that right guy to be your groom,
You are confused, and distraught over a certain one,
Though he is not I, he is a special son of a gun.

I care for you, more than I can say in writing,
All those time, that we seemed to end up fighting,
Haunted me, through the years, until recently,
Now we are friends, who can act decently.

You are the one who I could always confide in, and trust,
One that I could lend a shoulder for you to cry on if you must,
One that enchanted me, and made me want to be a better man,
You are the one that I love, and would never ever treat like a fan.

You will always be my inspiration and hope,
Because I know you will care for me, even when I act like a dope,
Because you are special, and always will have my heart.

Alisia

Whenever I see you, I know I am fine,
Whenever I kiss you, it is better than wine,
Whenever you whisper in my ear, I get chill,
Whenever you touch me, I never feel ill.

Roses and Violets are nothing compared to you,
I will always love you, and care for you too,
Without you, I am nothing, with nowhere to be,
With you, I am the happiest man, full of glee.

We met, when I was so low, with nothing to give,
Now, you are everything, my reason to live,
I just want you to know, I don't wanna die anymore,
I am not down, with nothing like before.

Now I have you, my love, my pillar of strength,
With us together, there is no limit, or length,
There is only us, and our undying love for one another,
This love will never die, nor will its flame smother.

Dedicated to Alisia

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Back, when we where friends, you used to promise to listen to me,
Whatever happened to that promise, I did not know it came with a fee,
I pour my heart out, and you stomp all over it,
You make me so mad, I want to throw a fit.

It is over, between you and me, it was over long ago,
I never thought that you would ever steep so low,
As to attack what I confided with you about,
You turned around, and spread it faster than a water spout.

I just wanted to let you know, it is over, we will never be,
So long as you keep on backstabbing and fucking me,
I wish you had never come into my life that fateful day,
That rainy day back in the middle of may.

You moved in next door, and your mom came over to say hello,
You where so cute with your pigtails, and you where without your new fellow,
There where no problems, nothing to come between us,
Until now, where you complain and bitch and fuss.

Whatever happened to those good old days, when we hung out, and drank coke,
I remember the time, when you came with me, to meet my old fokes'.
Now, they are gone, just like you, the good times replaced by bad,
It makes me angry, to think of what you did, it is just sad.

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I fall, tears streaming down my face,
I have fallen, I have the lost the race,
The race of survival,
My only hope is revival.

Two gash's are cut down my right forearm,
I didn't mean to cause any of you any harm,
I'm not really a suicidal person,
I just didn't want this pain to worsen.

My thoughts drift to her,
The one I was unable to lure,
Thoughts of her in the arms of another,
How she treated me like a brother,

I could have just been happy with what I had,
But what I wanted, and what I had, made me mad,
For weeks, I could not shake it from my head,
I would lie there for hours, drinking in my bed.

The time has come now, when it all goes away,
I have no second opinion, no reason to sway,
I have done what I have done, time to live with it,
I had to do it, before I got to tired to hold back this fit.

I can hear, a voice, though the face is blurred,
There is no hope, there is no way to have me cured,
Flashing lights, a loud siren, a speeding car,
I know, I will die before we get far.

I can feel her hand, it is the one, she is here,
All of a sudden, I am hit by panic, and fear,
Why am I so stupid and selfish too,
The last thing I hear is "I love you…"

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I was sent here to destroy,
To make you all yell Oi!
Here I come, you better fear,
I own a spyder and leer.

I own you all, you have no choice,
I am your god, your only voice,
If you do not back down,
I will hit you with my crown!

I am amazing, impossible to beat,
I am the marine, the elite,
I will cream your monkey ass,
I would even kick your pet Bass.

What the fuck is wrong with you?
Back down you ugly foo'!
I command you teenagers,
Give me your money, and pagers.

I may be old,
You may say I'm cold,
Regardless, I am your god,
So you better bow your cod.

Before I come in, and TOS you,
Get your ass outta here foo',
Don't rise up, I won't accept that gun,
This is not supposed to be fun!

You gonna go to your mom and whine, bitch?
You gonna say, "mommy, kevoks a witch"
Don't you touch me you newbie moder,
Your mom looks like a cargo loader.

I haven't been laid in years,
I don't need it, I have your fears,
The Federation is mush,
My Third Imperium is gonna crush!