Somewhere along the way I stopped saying and doing
All the little things I did to get her
Not knowing it takes the same things, if not more, to keep her
Love is a living, breathing creation created by God,
For two people and just like people, if it gets old or cold it dies
I lost my best friend somewhere along the way God,
I wish she’d came back to stay
I lost my significant other somewhere along the way
It hurt me deep inside the day you died
But I know you’re by God’s side
So count your pennies and know when you’re blessed
And never take no one for granted, especially love, joy and happiness
And pray that love will never leave you
Somewhere along the way!
PS.
I made a bad connection. I lost my direction
To your love and affection somewhere Along The Way!
Military Veterans—Intro
We the people would live in a bombed-out cave and be enslaved if it were not for the military brave. Veterans deserve more than just a yearly parade. Our proud nation would know havoc and devastation but for the courage and participation of our military veterans. All of America should sing songs and toot their horns for all of the proud who have served in uniform who have paved the way for our future and unborn!
Veterans are knights at the round table who help the poor, weak, and disabled. Veterans are a sacred bunch who swore an oath—to eat our enemies for breakfast and lunch. Veterans are not just warriors but peacemakers, earth shakers who preserve truth, justice, liberty, fair play, and human rights day and night. These are just a few reasons that veterans choose to fight. Many young boys have ambitions and dreams about being part of a disciplined, dedicated winning team; the best, who are called the cream, very special human beings, the salt of the earth who protect our home turf, who put God and family first.
No one hates war more than the ones who honorably serve. Soldiers, sailors, air force personnel, and marines—all supreme, very special human beings who do what it takes to keep their honor clean. Veterans toe the line, serve their time in hell (if necessary) for country and the Holy Divine. Our grateful country and nation owes a great appreciation to our veterans for preserving our freedom, liberty, and way of life. All men and women of the military who have sacrificed brought peace and calm to violent storms, righting things that are wrong. Structure, discipline, and teamwork begins with veterans.
There is no hidden revelation that Veterans are the guardians and heroes of human civilization. Veterans deserve far more than appreciation and respect, because our liberties and freedom, they never fail nor neglect…in jungles and deserts that are steamy and hot and oceans that are wet. It is an honor and privilege to be a military vet—brave men and women who are willing to sacrifice all for our freedom, well-being, and protection. A proud nation reaches and calls out to you for doing all of the rewarding things that you do. Never have so many millions owed so much to so few for keeping our country free with skies that are sunny and blue. You have displayed unmoving patriotism that is true.
God has blessed America with you. You are your brothers’ and sisters’ keeper (whether they are stronger or weaker). Greatness is your teacher. America’s brave…who are willing to fight when others are enslaved by evilness that is done by shameful people who misbehave for something petty ignorant like religion, creed, race, or color; when the truth is we are all God’s children, sisters and brothers. Veterans are a cut above that all Americans should love. Veterans have died and are willing to bleed so that we don’t have to pay for the air that we breathe. Thank you, veterans, for supporting all of our needs and all those who have served in a military creed.
Some of America’s brave have died and gone to their holy grave due to the millions upon millions of lives they have saved. Duty, honor, and country you have so courageously displayed so that all Americans can have a better future and better days. Veterans of America have made the impossible possible, because they are unstoppable, gallantly remarkable, unconquerable.
Military veterans of America, we the people salute you for the great unmeasurable things that you have done and still do. There would be no red, white, and blue; no good old Uncle Sam without you—the brave, the proud, and the few! May Father God continue to bless you as long as there are stars in the night and the sky is blue. We love, depend, and appreciate you for your sacrifice and the untold glorious work that you do!
The Brave
Here on our home turf, Mother Earth, live heroic men who show their worth by putting duty and honor first. These courageous, bold, determined men (who are everyone’s friend) take bravery where it has never been. They are strong, brave, and unafraid as they sweat, toil, and slave; fight, attack, and engage in a never-ending war with hellfire infernos that rage and blaze out of control. But these men with strength and might (shining knights of life) battle on when hope is just about gone (in the rain, heat, or winter cold with their truck, hook, and water hose) to not just save land and property, but the lives and life of people’s souls with their big, strong hearts that are as good as gold. They infinitely battle with fire and death for life; so bold, with courage, strength, and desire that is inhuman and untold. They climb majestic heights on the brightest day or the darkest night. These angels of God, heroes, shining knights, fight on to preserve life.
They are known as: firefighters or firemen who fight to win (from the beginning to the end); strong men with shields (dressed in suits of armor, long coats, boots, and hats) and will do anything or everything to hold fire and destruction back. They sweat and toil to hold back the fire dragon or fiery tide with intelligence, honor, with pride, by sometimes sacrificing their own lives to save someone else; but they do so for not riches or wealth.
These brave superheroes to whom we owe so much, they have been known to deliver babies, bring back the dead with their Godly touch. They are always there when we need them in the clutch. Through untold heat, danger, and destruction, they come through with life-saving production. These mortal men, who are gladiators, champions, heroes, and our friends; strong, determined men, who always have a joyful, wide smiles or grins that we have come to count on and depend.
God bless the brave, our firemen, who put their mortal lives at risk and on the line every day to save lives and hold the fire dragon (death by fire or smoke) at bay. They never take a day off, because they are hard, dedicated men who are not soft or cowardly but unafraid while performing their good deeds and acts. They don’t take any crap or show any slack. They should never get any flack. These strong courageous men who work hard at their jobs in and outdoors, using their water hoses like a sword. With the guiding strength and knowledge from out God and Lord, they are a rare breed as they struggle, slave, and bleed to protect and shield our needs from danger and injury; they do good deeds.
They are always on time, a Godsend from the Holy Divine. They have the hearts of lions; when people are suffering daily and babies crying, they never stop, give in, or stop trying. As people cry out for help, they mentally block out the danger of self to rescue and help someone else. Whether it be a horse, dog, or cat, they will perform the impossible acts to save as they brave the inferno flames of hell or high water; because they are life savers and supporters. We tip our hats and salute the brave, unafraid, who hold death at bay.
We give them a cheer of “Hip, hip, hooray!” with song and parade. Some people call them smoke eaters; but they are really death cheaters and beaters (because they help the hopeless victims cheat death)l it is their way and style. But when we need them, they are always on point, rushing in to danger when others are rushing out. From their fire trucks they dismount, they leave the saddle to do battle with the evil dragons known as gas, fire, or smoke. These brave knights of oak, who are no joke, but kinfolks who go for broke as they sweat and