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P.O.W.

He still recalls how it all went down,
One mistake was all it took.
He went left, his team went right,
Those two steps led to 59 hours of pain and fright.
A twinge of pain, a foggy voice from his back,
Then the whole world went black as night.			
Waking in fright, trapped in a hole,
Only to realize he was bound and gagged.
Hours later in they stepped,
With evil grins and glee in their eyes.
The batons they gripped in fists clenched,
Dripped with blood, an awful stench.
The first hit led to hundreds,
That led to torture to awful to mention.
Questions they asked, false promises made,
Eventually stopped after only one answer he gave.
Name, rank, and serial number over and over again,
Only earned the soldier more torture and pain.
He begged for death, pleaded for mercy,
Prayed for rescue with every breath.
His begs and pleas they all ignored,
His prayers finally answered with gun fire and death.
They called his name, he couldn’t respond,
His voice had failed for fear of a trick.
His heart pounded when the lock had clicked.		
Freedom was finally his once again,
This revelation brought by the sight of a friend.
The wounds have healed but the scars never will,
The pain and fear he will forever feel.

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From Child To Man

In what time does a boy become a man?
When does the title change from child to sir?
In how much time does the change span?
When his fathers’ breath is no longer to stir?
Or when the words of the occasion are told and heard?
Is it forced upon him with life anew?
Or accepted in degree by the choice to nurture or refuse?
Is it a title given by family or a fellow soldiers’ fall,
When the battle cry is answered in the interest of us all?
Is it the sum of his choices that bring adolescence end?
Or one decision made in life where his path does bend?
Is it a question with no answer to give relief?
Or is it simply found in ones own beliefs?
Does this question of time and state,
To the nature of man even relate?
Or is it like the measured reality of time,
Mostly false except in frame of mind?

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What the Music Means To Me

The laughter of my baby boys is music to my ears, 
Music that means the whole world to a simple dad like me.
The sound of the breeze through the trees at night,
Is the music that makes me glad to be alive.
The sound of my wife’s sweet voice,
Is so much greater than the angel’s harp.
This music matters most to me.
It’s this music that drives my soul,
And enlightens my mind to such a high degree!
The music of this life, both happy and sad,
Is what keeps me aware of the good and the bad.
It is something made and heard all in one breath.
It is my companion when I can’t find one,
It is wisdom when I need some.
Just like a song keeps time to a drum,
A body keeps time to heart’s rhythm.
When the drum beat stops, 
The song will soon fade,
Just as one’s life moves on, 
When the most noble of organs has finished its’ parade.
It is the truest form of emotion expressed,
It is creativity at its’ best.

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American Soldier

I’m the person you don’t seUnless you’re a devoted spouse, son, or daughter.
I’m the one who sacrifices my familys’ happiness,
For your familys’ peace of mind.
I’m the heart and soul of some military unit,
Whose name you hear on the news.
The same one who gives you the freedom to choose.
The freedoms of speech, religion, and expression,
Are all possible because I care enough to pay attention.
Even on those days when you are resting,
I am still here training, and testing.
So tonight while you watch the news,
With the freedom to think what you will.
Remember me, in a far away land,
Fighting for the security you feel.
All because I am here, there, and everywhere.
I am an American Soldier.

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Eyes of a Child

In the eyes of a child what do we see?
It’s the innocence of an age long forgotten.
It’s the trust that comes with unconditional love.
It’s the wisdom of enjoying life to its fullest.
It’s the resilience that we wish we still had.
It’s the potential we’ve been convinced we longer have.
It’s the simple knowledge of rights and wrongs,
Without the shaded gray areas we create.
What do you see in the eyes of a child?
The wisdom we seek after, 
The knowledge we long for,
Might be found in the last place we all think to look.
Does a child really possess such power?
Do most adults ever take the time to look?

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Dad

What makes the ultimate dad?
Does he have to have courage?
Does he have to have understanding?
Or is it because he is the voice of reason,
When none can be found?
Maybe it’s because he is love in the toughest form.
Dad can be your best buddy, personal bodyguard,
Or he can be your unsettling fear when punishment is at hand.
So what makes the ultimate dad?
Maybe it’s the way he knows when you’re mad?
No matter how hard you try to hide it.
Who knows?
Maybe it’s the love,
Or maybe it’s all the above.

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Playing In the Field

You can call life what you will.
Some call it a road,
Some call it a highway
I for one consider life a field.
Sometimes it can be a field of roses,
Or it can be a field of thorns,
That can sometimes hurt, if not careful.
However, more often than not,
It’s a field of wild flowers and soft grass.
Just remember to stay clear of bee hives,
Or the occasional fire ant hill.
In your field of wild flowers and grass,
You can play and frolic like a colt in the spring,
Or just take time to rest.
A road is always in need of repairs,
A highway has to be rebuilt every ten years,
A field only has to endure the seasons of life.
Which one would you choose to play in?

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Insomniacs' Thoughts

On a night when most are resting quiet in bed,
There are those of us this peace evades.
How we yearn for a chance to rest our heads,
To ease our minds, abiding in a quiet haze.
While some shall work throughout the night,
Our minds will race to unreachable ends
Toiling to find that which once our friend.
Is this now the daydream that never ends?
Oh! To rest and frolic in dreamland 
Oh! To once again receive the gift of age old sandman.
When will our suffering end?
Why has sleep disregarded us so?
Have we offended or angered?
Or do we refuse to let the peaceful one in?
Enjoy the night we tell ourselves,
So quiet and cool is the breezes touch
Oh! How we miss our old friend such,
That forever to yearn is our shared fate 
Forever this curse we shall always hate.

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I Love You

What do I mean when I say this to you?
It means I wish I could find the words,
To tell you what your love does for my life.
It means that no matter what happens,
You’ll always be my one and only.
It means that when I’m confused and lonely,
I look to you for help and comfort.
It means you’re my best friend.
It means I know you’re not perfect,
And I don’t expect you to be. 
It means when I look at you,
It’s my happiness I see. 
What does it mean when I say I Love You?
It means all of this and so much more!!!

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A Soldiers Story

He went overseas to protect our opportunity for a free life,
He did his duty to God and country,
No matter how intense the threat became.
Having to do things that violated his strongest values,
All the while seeing and trying to contain a pure evil unruly.   
Although he is back to our homeland safe,
His mind and soul will forever relive,
The horror and the bloodshed,
He still sees the blood on his hands,
He still hears the gun fire,
But most of all he still feels the pain.
Everyday he counts his blessings.
Everyday he thanks God above,
For the chance to wake with his wife,
To play with his sons,
And to see his friends and peers thrive,
On the freedom he helped provide.