A Veterans Memory the wop wop of rotorsin the clearing up front yellow smoke swirling aheadthe sing sing of lead flying around you and your mates welcome to a firefight as you bring outyour wounded ....... never leave anyone behind God Bless all that have worn a Country's uniform
The ancient gift that God gave man, the awareness of time and distance span.We stand now among a dwindling crowd, our brothers and sisters whom we disavowed.So do we care or even admit, twas only by the gift are we thus fit.Can our species' conscience bear, the dread guilt weight of death we share?Or will we run and hide in shame, fleeing in fear to avoid the blame.Pray that the Master's trust in us be right, ere daybreak...
It’s kind of quiet and peaceful, but not a good quiet. Not like a tranquil, Japanese garden kind of quiet. This is the eye of the hurricane, the calm before the storm; like the calm before everything you know disintegrates into ash and vanishes before your eyes. I enter my house warily, footsteps as quiet as I can make them, my hand inside my jacket clutching my penknife. Just in case. The door bangs shut behind me, and I...
Shall we sing out once moreOur hymn of freedom Our song of liberation,Our ode to the people's progressionTo heights of truth and justice at last. Shall we gather once moreIn the bars of raucous stimulation,In the pubs of public contemplation,In the saloons of defiant inspirationAgainst our constant slavish subjugation. Shall we march in formationThrough the byways of resistance,Through the avenues of dominance,Through the...
Heavens filled with sparkling jewels, to the brim. Moon scarcely visible, newness gracing its rim. Silence invaded with songs piercing the night. Brother Coyote sings and yips with pure delight. Setting the neighbourhood dogs to baying. Does each know, what the other's saying? Owl accompanies, with her distinctive hoots. Creeks calming voice, harmonizing in cahoots. If it weren't so dark, I know my eyes could see. Music n...
A battle begins at dawn's first light,Men from all over have come to fight.They will fight for their Gods in war they call holy,When all that they want, is unrighteous glory.They find their orders from texts that they read,But the theme of these words is wrongly perceived.They will follow their priest, their shaman, and their lies, Intending to fight till all men have died.The voices of men echo across a bloody field,The...
