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"Stepping Stones "

From the mind of a veteran
many demons flow... Not mine specifically. I only flirt with  dark places. Like poltergeist and Carol Anne, I don't watch television after 2 a.m. I still remember when the American Flag came on letting us know "This station will discontinue." I fear sitting in the dark with a snowy TV. Two females in a tub full of jelly is not my idea of fun, so I flirt with the scary things veterans have seen but I don't actually pay admission. I'm giving you a bootleg version, never my own.

"Stepping Stones"
A current moving 
at river like pace 
That's not to say
it's a stream,
but mississippian
by comparison 
A firm warning 
not to slip in
Coast up stream
like Huck Finn
Each step is treacherous 
a floating turtle shell
quite the deception 
Some fall for others 
to learn a lesson. 
Which step to take?

Why do some make it to shore
and others...not so sure.
If I make it, how blessed am I?
 I keep looking back
for my brothers who aren't coming

It's about perspective really 
On one hand, I'm  living in hell
constantly looking back
The other,
My brothers went to war, died, but didn't remain there while I go back every day
 oftentimes 
in an alcohol induced state of mind.
Their sacrifice should be a call for living but when I answer the phone & say 
"Hello, who's this?"
haunting are my images
why doesn't the world follow 
Ghandi's blueprint?

Once upon a time, I knew
some men with teenage mentality 
They wanted to experience war.
Now they're grown 
fighting what can't be undone 
That's war’s ugly truth 
Isn't it?
Some make it home 
still focused on a rising river
that isn't rising.
Looking for a flag 
that says 
it's safe to turn off
the haunting 

The mind of veteran, demons do not go, they're too afraid to witness the things that can't be unseen.  Angels always welcome.

Stepping Stones!
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