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Before you read this poem, I would like to invite you in reading about the great American sniper hero. I am also dedicating this to the fallen sniper because he is a true Patriotic Hero. Thank you.
Chris Kyle was and still is loved by many, this to be true I say
I always believe him to be, a great sniper to this undying day.
Why must things happen to people, that are always so kind
Life would be better keeping some, alive alongside mankind.
Why don’t I tell you a story, about this very kind honest fellow
He was and is an U.S. Navy Seal, but along that chill and mellow.
The most lethal sniper known of, in American military history
With a very high percentage confirmed kills, quite the victory.
At the young age of eight, his father taught him how to shoot
A great father teaching a son, instead of giving him the boot.
A bronco rider for the rodeo, sadly gave it up for a serious injury
It was to his arm although he still lived, with very great dignity.
Being a great sniper had an effect, putting souls to their bed
Eventually somewhat famous, an increasing bounty upon his head.
Undoubtedly dubbed the “Devil of Ramadi”, by non-other than Iraqi
An increasing bounty shot twice, but his body and will still intact.
After a while serving his country, he retired heading home graciously
Taking back some long spent time, spending it with his family.
Chris Kyle a loved husband, a friend to many and a beloved son
His homeland now saddened, for America has lost a patriotic one.
A great warrior indeed, in my opinion our greatest honorable hero
He put his life on the line, instead of becoming the common zero.
The greatest treasure of all, came from within himself to prove
That all humans aren’t wrongful, but that we all can improve.
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A man who isn't,
Will blossom nicely some day,
A kind gentleman.
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Mysteries of the great colorful sky, your body’s aura maybe seeing
Noticing the birds flying above, feeling the earth’s entire being.
Of the warm bodied bright sun, upon feeling the beautiful rays
I could be staring off in space, being here feeling them for days.
Knowing I might not come back, I reach up in the air so high
To endeavor touch the white clouds, clear as the open sky.
An inspired free willed warrior, the greatness of the open
The pleasure to be free as him, the sky’s rule to be golden.
With the blazing sun shining over, space where he was born
Space which has been timelessly frozen, he was created to lorn.
Left aside becoming quite lonely, this warrior made up his mind
To leave it as it was, the world leaving him to search and to find.
Upon the great discovery of himself, this sun warrior in space
Leaving loneliness aside, the warrior now maybe scoring an ace.
The fire compassion from within, this warrior that came to be
The sun inspired warrior of truth, has come to make it history.
Freely roaming this open space, this warrior coming to realize
Being free with out some one, the space now hearing his cries.
This warrior now wishing for a friend, maybe just like you
His lonely wish to have a companion, came undoubtedly true.
Not so alone with his buddy, traveling space joined together
Not with any care in the galaxy, for he’s not having any more anger.
Once a lonely warrior, making the very best of the smallest things
Now becoming free together, spreading the most beautiful wings.
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Slowly awaking out of bed, me to you I say
It's a quiet beautiful morning, on Christmas day.
Getting dressed in comfort, walking down the stairs
Seeing the tree lit, opening gifts like nobody cares.
Having you open your gifts, with amazing haste
Seeing that bright smile, upon your gazing face.
My lonely heart was the gift, you stole from me
I gave you the only way to my heart, a golden key.
I ask what are you going to do, with the key to me
I shall protect it with my love, I was told by thee.
Looking near into the future, us together as a family
Instead of screwing up young, doing stuff daringly.
I wish for you to listen, to what I always have to say
My love for you still grows, with each and every day.
As white as a shining Christmas, as beautiful as a dove
There are no bounds, for my undying wishful love.
Life gives amazing gifts, life anxiously gave me you
You were an early gift to me, for Christmas it's so true.
You are my Christmas angel, you are my world's entity
Your going to call me nuts, but I believe this is destiny.
The day after the beauty, I’m wishing you saw
how much of you I missed, you at my side in ah.
Stolen gifted heart on Christmas, truth said to be
Frightening Gifts of mysteries, I can't wait till we see.
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Each and every year, Valentine’s day draws nearer
Each and every year, I can’t see what is clearer.
Not having someone to be with, that special person
Not being able to share, a precious day might worsen.
Not having that someone special, for many moons
Then getting someone, to spend with all my afternoons.
Quite the change, not for the worst but for the better
The way it could’ve went about, her reading my love letter.
This lovely letter letting her know, that she is quite deserving
I see her flaws I see her perfections, for I am always observing.
Why is this day so special, isn't it just any other regular day
Love on this day, is a lovely feeling for some might say.
No clue on how to spend it, although it doesn't really matter
For if I am just with you, our love shall never shatter.
Just this fact of loving you, should be enough to show
How much I care for you, you should've noticed ages ago.
Our love can be romantic, our love can be routine
Our love can just be “I love you”, right on a cell-phone screen.
Our love can be a whisper, our love can be a touch
Our love can get us through the days that we don’t like so much.
Our love can be “I’m sorry”, our love can be a smile
Our love can even be, “I want to be alone awhile”.
Our love can be imperfect, our love can be ideal
But most of all our love can last, because our love is real.
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Something discovered,
Myself in the wide open plains,
Something yet nothing
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Looking up at the sky, up in the air so high
Moving like a bird, time fiercely passing by.
You and I together, at each others side
Waiting for a full moon, until the highest tide.
To you my dearest, my true love for you is so
Love only for my angel, I love you more than you know.
I want to be with you so much, I'll risk anything for you
For you are my only true angel, this I tell you is true.
Through the intertwining touch, of our interlocking hands
Our life together just began, our future which expands.
For my someone special, the person I can not live without
Shall I lose my angel of god, my life as is shan't go about.
I tip my hat off, to you I call my dearest
You are my angel, I see that as the clearest.
For you are my treasure, the one I hold so dear
To you I must admit, we're together now and here.
Our love is like a sapling, growing into the strongest tree
Which will continue growing forever, the same as you and me.
What you unconditionally have done, you've illuminated my soul
It's you and your true compassion, that has recreated me whole.
Shall I say to my angel, that you are through and through
I hope that some day, your angel in me will be shown to you.
My wish upon a wish, you and i always together
Descending from the sky, like a pure angel's falling feather.
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Steadily the world's sorrow, begins to eternally burn
Weeping at the feet of love, in the end it's a sad turn.
Why do I love as much as i do, endingly why do I care
You'd be better with out me, with out me in your hair.
Why is this world so unfair, have I done wrong for this
The animals now crying, for this love they always hiss.
I feel a slow severing bond, but why must it happen
Even when I turn around, there's always someone sappen.
I admit to everyone, I'm probably completely wrong
For those that are reading, I'm being called ding dong.
For this I say are my feelings, of this sorrow love
Oh but my love is as pure, as the morning white dove.
How can oneself say, they haven't loved in all their time
You need a chance to love, more than the common dime .
For this is the way of life, creating a beautiful family
Although I still have lots to do, becoming even more manly.
What is the meaning to this, undying wishful thinking
My love steady as it always has, without second blinking.
This world's new present disasters, and the ones to come
I risk my life for this love, I look at to who I have become.
This sad udder feeling of regret, leaves no place be
For the only thing I wish, is for you to truly love me.
This sorrowing love, which I have in my spotless mind
I don't care what people say, for they can kiss my behind.
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From the trees of life, of the great green mother earth
To the free birds of the blue, father sky years of birth.
Nature’s true colors, are the beauty of something great
If you can not see the true colors, for you it’ll be too late.
Water as clear as diamonds, is a sign of its purity
The moon at its fullest, to be the sign of humanity.
Fish as happy as the others, jumping up really high
Birds as free as any other, flying fast in the sky.
This beauty we call nature, isn’t really beautiful till we see
The colors that we may miss, for its core that stands to be.
Drops of water from the wet full sky, I can here it said to rain
Age upon the strongest tree, from this I have made my cane.
Nature being life, for the past present and future
Age has no affect, on the timeless beautiful nature.
Nature's snow is as white, as beautiful birch trees
Seeing a clear view, of the setting sun over the seas.
What we are calling the ocean, full of the depthful water
This liquid now a mist, was once mother earth's daughter.
Nature’s flashing son, now brewing a deadly storm
It’s considered ice cold, it’ll never be dry and warm.
Drops of water filled icicles, becoming a welcoming present
The beauty of unknown weather, sometimes not so pleasant.
Beautiful Drops of nature, I will tell you what I want to say
No matter what is to come, it will always be here to stay.
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Upon meeting someone special, gazing into their eyes
What I know I feel, I can assure you I have the butterflies.
It doesn’t matter, knowing that they live quite the distance
They are worth the wait, they have acknowledged my existence.
Making up my mind to travel, the exciting existing world and see
A dear friend a great distance away, the one that keeps changing me.
Friendship to last forever, even if caused trouble by some others
Although I shall not be bothered, for it was worse with my brothers.
Not getting tired of each other, talking late day in and day out
staying up late chatting, everything discussed and talked about.
Never getting bored of talking, with topics that are at random
Many hours talking to each other, many saying it's like freedom.
Amazing to comprehend the fact, you took away my breath of air
The truth is what really matters, at all times regardless of where.
Wondering what might happen to either of us, as we see and wait
Hoping something might change, this is what might be called fate.
Most of my thoughts question, what the future has in store for this
Either a great bright future, or even one as dark as the great abyss.
That is said to be true by far, through out the great times of history
Strings that tie us together through fate, is a world wide mystery.
Through the times we need help, we look at each other for support
Cheering each other up hoping, that one day we are able to teleport.
One day meeting at the surprise of, me possibly taking a transport bus
Through these 'Friendly Bonds', which may be the great guide for us.
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