What Libertarians Talk About on Their Birthdays

Risen like a ghost
from a life already past
the night played host
to a discussion so fast
and furious, one sure to last

in my head for weeks to come
for we spoke on a matter of great import
one affecting all, not just some;
we spoke of reform, not of tort
in the name of America, since our time is short

before we gather at the polls
to cast a vote
for whom, nobody really knows,
policies are a coat
until one reaches office and strikes at the throat

of our great nation
once humble and free,
full of elation
as a soldier home from an Iraqi
tour, presented to his family.

--
Mr. H's insight:
This poem is about a conversation I had with someone I used to run into quite a bit when I worked at a grocery store through my last year of college and them some. I ran into him over the weekend and being a self-proclaimed Libertarian, we had a bit of a chat. This one could have been longer, but I feel it still manages to say something.

Nation of the Personal Story

It's the Fourth of July
and a spirit's in the air
that nobody can deny,
compelling them to stare
into the sky from their beach chair.

Family and friends,
barbecue and beer,
gather as the sun descends
into a valley unclear
to impart warmth into cheers

Whose bubbles fly so high
they graze heaven's basement,
and inspire even the quiet to cry
out the way they were meant
when their spirits are spent

At four in the morning,
the night strikes itself silent,
without even a warning,
people grow silent
at the moment they've been lent

Just a moment of freedom
as it was intended
from the first days of the kingdom
their bliss becomes blended
for those whose night hasn't ended

God Bless America
and all of it's glory
May we be blessed to live in the
nation of the the personal story