.
far from feel'n familiar
Frozen
Flouting
frank's
firmly fix'd
finger
“Friendly Fire”
I was writing
when death came
like the sound of
clouds cracking open
the sound like all 4
horses, hooves kicking
in windows, stenographically
speaking like a scream,
my world shattered, the sound
like wanton sirens piercing
the unassuming quiet,
my hands were on fire then,
the keys melting into
the nerve ending of it all
as I punched holes
in the air like some
ticketmaster casually
strolling aisles married to
time racing petulantly
on some
runnaway train
I passed windows
that were not open
with my belly
in my throat
I heard the whisper
of it all
the soft banter
as I fell through
the floors
"you know",
they say,
"friendly fire,
this has happened before"
last thoughts
as I tap it all out
dancing through it all
like a fountain nibbed
sword
I am my worst
enemy
but then,
aren’t we all?
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Your eyes were roaming over my ruined life
And I could feel the shame rising up
A hurricane in my chest, hot winds ripping through my body
I could have collapsed under the pressure of your silence
Time. Tick. Tick. Tick.
My mouth spewing forth useless words
Fill the empty space and drown a little more
Gasping. Clawing. Failing.
Please go.
I'm not normal anymore
My world revolves somewhere outside of the boundary of goodness
I'm untouchable now
Not like you or you or him
And the pity seeping out of you,
It burns like I'm drinking bleach
And my need is struggling to be seen
You've done all you can for me
Just walk away
And tell me to take care
And let me be forgotten.
Maybe you think I don't want to be like you
Or that I cannot manage being alive
Incapable of connection
Maybe unworthy.
I'd take your brutal honesty
But nobody has spoken to me in years
Nobody has tried to reach beneath the fog
I'm not worth that kind of effort.
It's okay. Just go.
A contradiction in terms
A fire far from friendly
It burns, maims or kills soldiers
Who came up with that?
Date written and posted: 10/08/2018
Loving you is not easy.
It is war, tinted in quick bursts of fire.
Our hands filled with grit, our breath steadfast in anticipation.
Camouflaged emotions dressed in fear.
The destruction in your voice rings clear.
There is nowhere to hide.
Loving you is not easy.
We find tragedy after tragedy.
Our hearts muddied in the trenches we lay.
I hand you bullet after bullet knowing at any moment you will turn and fire.
We ration ourselves not knowing what lies ahead.
We fight, we scream.
Our location given away, we brace ourselves for immediate disaster.
Our face and chest shielded in protection.
We live for the moment.
Realizing now the shame made in haste.
Loving you is not easy.
I accept the war at hand and admit loving you in absolute fear.
A calm thats grown to a heavy gasp.
The patter of boots tied tight.
I hand you the ammunition for my complete demise,
With nowhere to go.
Friendly fire
Fearless fire burns outside the friendly line
Your one love now must take its final bow
Torching the truth the lie now our headline,
not stopping for love not even a vow
It runs through a marriage a burning plough
No skin nor sex can change its evil path
Too late to find and set off the alarm
Regret and pain the end to its flame wrath,
its burning light looks tender and so warm
Touching the flame release a love pain storm
-Sept 2016-
The campfire reaches
Lighting the night
Rolling the logs
Red embers take flight
Sharing our memories
Eating nuts for snacks
Spitting shells in the fire
The fire spitting them back
We laugh at jokes
And sarcastic remarks
Smoke waters our eyes
We run from the sparks
The conversation lags
As the evening tires
We all kick back
Put more wood on the fire
Center of attention
Entertaining as well
We become entranced
Succumb to it's spell
Unrecognized faces
On the bark as it burns
Enchantment transcends
All lack of concern
The warmth lives inside
As we slowly turn in
Our friend the fire
Has cleansed us again
by Daniel Turner
I took my arm i wore my shield
Got Sown in the unknown field
In the name of peace we stand
Playing a role we do not understand
Anthems of the flock ringing in my ears
They all do not know but have been told
Noise of agony filled my hearing
Scenes of doom tore my being
I see visions of my abandoned home
O son will i ever see you grown?
Pulled back for an instant..
Keep on marching before they get you whining
Brothers in arms were we?!
Friendly fire got me..