April Hoskins will officially launch her literary debut 2005 with the publication of Reloaded, a collection of newly written poetry/short stories by James Schwartz + April Hoskins.
Child of Dreams
Little boy dressed in blue
Everyday we start anew
Tiny feet and little hands
Mommies perfect little man
Curls to frame his chubby face
A given gift, by gods grace
Eyes alert and open wide
From nothing shall he ever hide
Fathers love to protect and keep
Mothers arms to help to sleep
All too soom the bird will have flown
Leaveing behind his faithful home
Mothers tears will soon be shed
His own life must be led
Another joy brought to this world
With his own boy or girl
So grown up with his own life
He'll always be tiny in our eyes.
The end of Days
That fateful day when the skies did fall
Brought sorrow to one in all
Our heroes fell and did depart
Forever staying in our hearts
Children cried and mothers begged
The nations streets were painted red
It seemed that the world was ending
And no one knew what we were defending
But soon our nation together did stand
Friend and neighbor hand in hand
Singing out to all who could hear
America the free and proud is still here |
Give to me all that is you
So that I may cherish and provide. . .
Come rest within my arms. . .
Let me set your mind at ease. . .
For I am your everything. . .
As you are mine. . .
And forever I shall be all you need. . .
I shall never run away. . .
From Your embrace I will not hide..
For. . .You. . .I am. . ..me. . .
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Can you hear the wind
Can you hear the wind call your name. . .?
Gentle words whispered on the breeze. . .
Can you hear my thoughts. . .?
Can you see my dreams. . .?
On lonely nights do you long for me. . .?
The way I long for you. . .
Can you understand how deep this river runs. . .?
You cut to the heart of me like an arrow. . .
Only you can ever know all that is me. . ..
Only you have wanted me the way that I am. . .
Only you know my faults and forgive me. . .
And for this I thank you. . .
For this and so much more. . .. |
A mother is crying
Somewhere a mother is crying. . ..
Into the night her children run. . .
She tries desperately to call them home. . .
Yet they never come. . .
She losses sleep every night. . .
Wondering which fate is worse. . .
Knowing or not knowing if they are even alive. . .
They have come to her kitchen on long nights. . .
But by dawn they have always gone. . .
Vanished into the night like a thief. . .
And so she is left to cry. . ..
And she drowns in a river of red tears. . . |
Don't
Don't you tell me what to do.
Don't you tell me what to say.
Don't you dare confess your sins to me.
I never cared anyway.
Don't you tell me you love me.
Don't you speak so soft so I won't believe.
Don't you speak of leaveing.
I refuse to grieve.
Don't you go away.
Don't you dare stay.
Don't walk forever alone.
That's what they all say |
