I wrote this and posted it a couple of years ago but wanted to re-post it to honor those who serve.
-Plastic Figurines-
Toy soldiers don't bleed.
No need
to repair
their tiny plastic
legs and arms
after pretend warfare.
Toy soldiers don't grieve.
Figurines
don't weep on sleeves
of fellow families.
Toy soldiers don't die.
No twenty-one gun salute.
No black suits.
No folded flag burial
or half mast memorial.
No,
toy soldiers don't die,
grieve
or bleed
like real life
army and marines.
No,
this is not playtime
this is not make believe.
5/28/12
5/25/12
-Only He-
Only He
can mend the cracks
in the glass
of my past.
Only He
puts faith
in my faithless chest
when times of stress
make me trust less.
Only He
can bear this burden
and tear the curtain
to make me free.
Only He
pulled the bullets
from the devil's gun
and claimed the battle won.
Only He
dipped His shoulder
to knock down the boulder
and stride out strong
into the morning sun.
///
6/10
can mend the cracks
in the glass
of my past.
Only He
puts faith
in my faithless chest
when times of stress
make me trust less.
Only He
can bear this burden
and tear the curtain
to make me free.
Only He
pulled the bullets
from the devil's gun
and claimed the battle won.
Only He
dipped His shoulder
to knock down the boulder
and stride out strong
into the morning sun.
///
6/10
5/23/12
-Evil Undone-
Rape,
murder,
corruption of young.
Lies,
deception,
slanderous tongues.
Someday evil acts
will be undone,
that time is not now
that time has not come.
///
8/10
murder,
corruption of young.
Lies,
deception,
slanderous tongues.
Someday evil acts
will be undone,
that time is not now
that time has not come.
///
8/10
1/25/11
1/23/11
-Pale Revenge-
Revenge works in reverse.
With every corpse
it's clear.
The killer
is still empty
and fruitless
after endless attempts
to slake
the hate thirst.
The barren bone yard
overflows
with the broken bones
of forgotten foes.
So reverse your revenge,
extend grace.
///
10/10
With every corpse
it's clear.
The killer
is still empty
and fruitless
after endless attempts
to slake
the hate thirst.
The barren bone yard
overflows
with the broken bones
of forgotten foes.
So reverse your revenge,
extend grace.
///
10/10
10/12/10
-Gray And Black-
Are all things gray?
Are all things black?
Backstabbed and bloodied,
dropped
on the railroad tracks.
The beautiful break
and the broken digress
into less and less.
Backward progress
like rust
on a rampage.
Caged by our carelessness.
Diving down
colossal cracks,
the depths of our own
misleading lies.
A dreary demise
as tired eyes
close.
No future
when hope
is left at home.
Are all things gray?
Are all things black?
Pack lightly,
bear the burden.
Backtrack through time.
Put up a fight
to bring back
the white light.
///
9/10
Are all things black?
Backstabbed and bloodied,
dropped
on the railroad tracks.
The beautiful break
and the broken digress
into less and less.
Backward progress
like rust
on a rampage.
Caged by our carelessness.
Diving down
colossal cracks,
the depths of our own
misleading lies.
A dreary demise
as tired eyes
close.
No future
when hope
is left at home.
Are all things gray?
Are all things black?
Pack lightly,
bear the burden.
Backtrack through time.
Put up a fight
to bring back
the white light.
///
9/10
8/9/10
-Heavy-
Weighted words
still not heard,
too heavy,
too hard
to force
through throat.
Like a kick to the gut,
like loss of breath,
mortality never nearer
than when
words of a death
reach the ears
of the hearer.
///
7/10
still not heard,
too heavy,
too hard
to force
through throat.
Like a kick to the gut,
like loss of breath,
mortality never nearer
than when
words of a death
reach the ears
of the hearer.
///
7/10
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