Triumph Stories

You've torn me, ripped me, and hit meI bleed from the wounds on my skinYou've floored me, kicked me, and slit meBut you've not broken the spirit withinMy tank is depleted, not emptyI rise back, glowing with sweatFight? Oh yes, I've got plentyYour smugness will turn to regret  

Reclaim what was taken on that long ago night when you chose to live instead of fight Accept that you survived despite that which was done he is buried within the earth 'tis you who still sees the sun What's gone is gone never to return from life’s experiences you did learn You have a strength within a passion that burns so bright Never hide in the dark again Smile, and Dance into the Light...

She walked troubled roads, crosses shattered bridges, Angel’s kisses, dreams of hopes and wishes, As the night falls awakening her Soul, Her journeys’ mysteries ahead yet to be told, She fears no evil, witness as her triumph unfolds.

I'm willing to share. I want to share. My mother is gone. She'll never know what I've accomplished. My wife knows. That helps. It's not enough. Old friends, new friends, some will know, some won't care, but I've done it. I've achieved what I set out to do. But I want to share it with all of them. My love is not something that fades away. I want to share. They'll all know about it. They'll know and rejoice in my triumph. T...

Ancient animosities bestirred on that fateful day And the scavenging birds of prey feastedUpon the fields of battleAs they ever hadAnd would.The wars had started when rulers tamed the worldAnd stored up the goods that fedThe ones who obeyed As they ever hadAnd would.The blood-stained meadows soaked up lossesAnd still produced the grains of powerThat the exalted retainedAs they ever hadAnd would.There were always some rebe...

Maybe the sun was shining bright that day, or maybe it was overcast. Either way, Tom wouldn’t have known. Heck, there could have been a spectacular July 4 th parade going down Main Street and he wouldn’t have even noticed. Tom rarely lifted his head as he walked the streets of his neighborhood. Life sucked. Ten days. He supposed he should be grateful it wasn’t a month. These next ten days figured to be miserable, and sepa...

We were young, we had merged as one,We are old, we are still not done.Hearts still youthful, faithful, lovingAlways active, always rovingThus we're striving, thus we're givingEver thoughtful, ever livingThis is just the start of our timeThis is not the last of the wine.Lives still fresh and learning new things,Lives still green, we spread our old wings,Flying over, soaring so highAs we let the bad times pass by,Never givi...