hide the truth, all you want
but the truth is out there
tell as many lies as you want
but there are eyes, who see the truth
and may i say this
my poems are of the true
not my imagination...
there are bad men (all ages and sexes)
out there and when you
do not wonder what the real truth is
they do things right in front of your eyes
and you may not believe what you have just seen
but it did happen
just believe in yourself
because they are many
and some do read Poetry...
I may be crazy but its not my imagination
that i fear...
Its the real world where i ask myself
why have the News if no one will understand
when they see a real life victim...
writing, right in front of them...
enemies among friends
violence never ends
find a familar enemy far away to blame together
for the reasons we have become destitute this way
whole societies blamed for the actions of one
paranoias manipulated
this is not rational thinking
mind cornered with logic to think one of a few things
its too logical to be insanity
too sane to be blasphemy
and to blasphemous to be true
ways of the land
and cultures blamed
they get along great over here
what of their diet
quality of air or soil
poisoned rationality coming from somewhere
another act for man
testing waters of war torn countries
so we can all breath a fresher breath of air
Peacekeeping can be messy
and as painful as it is to repeat myself
i may just find a way to rip your heart out
for it may happen to you in turn as the ways we tend to poison ourselves
poison rationality or not
i just ask you to please pace yourself
mindful of logical consequences cornering the mind this way
blasphemous truths becoming reality
needing an unreachable enemy
for survival until the savior truthfuly soothesays
There may come a day
When decisions are made
When war in theatres
Will stop being played
The worlds matinees
Will show a different scene
As we all sit and watch
The return from being mean
No more enlisting
No more conscription
We all live our lives
In peaceful prescription
Our lives move on
With natural progression
As we close our eyes
To natural submission
There may come a day
When we have actually begun
To grow as a race
And have flowers for guns
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Can you not see me
I am right here
Do you not hear that
It's something to fear
I am so scared
Yet I am so brave
Still you cant see me
but I am right here
I heard you traveled
to go morn a rock star
I did not hear you leave
to go morn my dear friend
Still you cant see me
Yet I am still right here
Do you know who I am
or do you even care
I may not be a singer
or even a actress
You may not even know me
but you hear what goes on here
I see now you may not even care
You still cant see me
Yet I am still right here
You have your freedom
and that's why I am here
I am fighting for you
because that's how much I care
To My Dear Cousin who is being sent to Iraq next month.. I can see you and I do care!
Please be careful and thank you for all that you are doing and to all the others who are
fighting for us to keep us safe and our freedom. I Love you Jason!!!
As children with dreams of fighting for a cause,
to be a part of a greater good
they enter into the armed forces.
Unknowing of the sources of real battle scars,
they eagerly serve with pride, honor and heart.
Many may never see action, but the sounds
and possibly the afflicted that they see
leave a permanent mark, inerasable
in the hallows of their minds and hearts.
For those that do return, unaffected physically,
think not that they can acclimate easily,
for their scars have more depth,
more discerning qualities, that left untreated
may fester into a soldiers self demise.
Look not past their eyes and salute.
Salute them and look into their eyes
allowing them the knowledge
that we welcome them home with pride
and more importantly, with care.
For a soldier may be strong and tested,
but the heart of a victim may be fragile.