Posted in Poetry, tagged Anger, Death, Ego, Pride on April 1, 2020| Leave a Comment »
Attention.
Left Face
Forward
March
Left, Right,
Left, Right,
Lorighty, Left,
Division,
Halt
Right Face
Parade Rest,
Attention.
That’s
The Way
It’s Done
Son…
In the
Jungle,
He exclaimed
Listening to
The soldier’s
dying
breath
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Posted in Poetry, tagged Death, Distraction, Duty, Passion on March 25, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Posted in Poetry, tagged Death, Life, Other, Pain on February 23, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Junkyard
Carcasses
Litter
The
Open
Field,
Each
With
A
Lost
Memory
Of
The
Other,
As
I
Turn
My
Key
One
Last
Time
To
The
Off position
And
Walk
Away
Crying
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Posted in Poetry, tagged Death, Hopeless, Hurt, Pain on February 23, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Fingers
Pointed
In
Rage
Show
My
Heart
Maybe
It’s
Time
To
Move
Along
New
Paths
Seen
And
Suspected
In
The
Distance,
Tired,
Frustrated,
Broken,
As
I
Stand
Judged,
Perceived
Searching
For
A
Home
Far
From
The
Other
And
My
Aching
Soul,
Sitting
Instead
Surrounded
Alone
In
Darkness
Not
Yearning,
Wilting
Into
The
Anonymous
Nothingness
Of
Another miserable
Existence
Quitting
All
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Posted in Poetry, tagged Anger, Death, Frustration, Pain on September 19, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Weary
Wondering
Wanting
More
Life,
Getting
Little,
Giving
All
Over
And
Over,
Enduring
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Posted in Poetry, tagged Breath, Death, Endurance, Life on January 2, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Breath
Departs
The
Soul
Heavily,
Gasping,
Lunging
For
Freedom
Finding
Pain
In
Burst
After
Burst
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Majestic
Gray
Memories
Warmly
Embrace
The
Other,
Bowing
To
No
One,
Crushing
Her
Way
Into
The
New
Existence
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Tangled
Yarn
Spun
Abroad
Pitched
And
Rolled
Through
Gliding
Fingers
Creating
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Posted in Poetry, tagged Death, Endurance, Life, War on February 10, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Sitting
in
the
Back
of
a
Taxi
the
World
never
Seemed
more
Clear;
Faces,
Trees,
Traffic,
buildings,
Alive;
Sitting
in
the
Back
of
the
Taxi,
I
Live
Wind
Reminds
The
Soul
As
Neighborhoods
Whiz
Past
The
Other,
Every
Tree
Eventually
Runs
Out
Of
Rings
