My brother, the great locomotive.

What reminds you of the loved ones we have when you see or hear some things,

What adventures do you imagine or stories do you tell about them,

Why not express the love for them by showing it instead of hiding them,

It will only make you feel more proud to have known who they are.


When I hear a train I don't hear the train itself but my brother blowing the whistle,

I imagine him standing there inside the train driving it all over the states,

I hear the sound the wheels make as they keep on rolling at steady rates,

I listen to the train but its his stories of his adventures I hear. 


When I see the steam puffing from the train I can imagine the fun he's having,

Traveling all over state to state hauling train cars or people to there destination,

I can imagine him standing in the door way of the train with a big grin,

Because hes experiencing his dream as a great locomotive.


Calling Myself


A flicker, a flight

Shadows made of light.

A thunder, a blur

It's too much to endure.


I crawl to the shadows,

Only to fall out again.

To search for something more,

Some clue, where I might begin.


I follow another,

It's a path and a door,

Thinking maybe there's more here,

I press on like before.


And to my surprise,

...or maybe it's not,

I got all the way in,

Before I forgot;

My soul's sacred journey

The reason I came,

And so far I've learned,

Everyone else is to blame.


A giggle, a smack,

Keep Mr. Ego on track...

A crash and a splash,

illusions melt in a flash.


Back on my road,

The path ahead seems long.

Sometimes I worry,

What if I'm wrong?


These nibblets of shadows,

That creep through my brain,

Are my only real enemies,

And yet the power they've gained!


I close my eyes tight

I focus on my cause

I bless all the world

And give a brief pause.

I thank all the workers,

Those who wield light,

For yours is the journey,

I give my will and my might.


There's a sizzle and a fizzle,

As light starts to drizzle.

A crack and a pop,

As everything stops.


In my minds eye,

The periscope of my heart,

I wrap myself in this light,

Now I'm ready to start...


As the light breaks upon me,

Shadows break and they fall,

And to think all it took,

Was my making a call.




Author's Notes/Comments: 

I've always loved the word "periscope" :o) points for word usage! lol