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Shunned After Serving - a Veteran's Story

I did my time
I paid my dues
To come "home"
To be with you ...

I opened my heart
I was vulnerable to belong
I thought we were friends
But it didn't take long...

For you to step on my spirit
Painting pictures of lies
But you told me to go
Now I'm mad, I won't cry.

You shunned me away
I asked for forgiveness
And I'm saddened to say
But you won't kill my spirit!  

Sometimes I think about it
How you stepped on my heart
Then told me to walk
But I can see through the dark.

How could people be so cruel
And twist every truth
There's video to show
There's evidence, there's proof!

I may not be welcomed
But I'll tell you this much
You can shun me today
But it won't kill this veteran's heart. 

One day you'll see
This never had to be
You can throw me away
But I'll  hold the key...not for you...
        but for me.

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I Wish

I wish I had
A way to say
I’ll love you til 
The break of day.

But when the morning
fog doth lift
A mystery hath
Left us betwixt.  

While sunshine spins
A merry-go round
Into my heart
Earth too confounds.

But if brighter days 
give way to fruit 
I’ll love you - I love you
Til death has no room.

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The Worse Version of Me

I hate when you bring out 
this version of me,
I fly like a bat 
I sting like a bee.

Hissing at you with
a red, forked-tongue,
I can spit like a llama
I can kick away dung.

I hate when the worst of me 
releases such venom,
The stench from our arguments
Burn ... STOP!

What's been said I can't take back
or ignore it away,
No the scars are revealed,
and then on display.

So apologize to me 
instead of Writing the next verse,
It's too painful to live with you,
It feels like a curse.

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Desert Dreams


Illuminations in the distant land
reveal the delicate desert rose
as she twinkles to show her worth.  
And warmer days of yesteryear 
blow balmy breezes speaking 
love through nature's sounds
of buzzing bees and hummingbird wings, 
while a melody of wooden pan flutes 
with the tiniest tinkling of chimes
loft into the tepid Fall air to bask
in an array of colors amongst
the backdrop of an Arizona sunset.
Intermittent values of 
magenta, violet, and indigo 
paint the vast sky but only 
when the moonbeam's dream 
that the darkest of night will shine.  
Then dawn breaks and a thin veneer
of tiny water droplets on blue juniper berries
glisten and dance while the stars tumbling
to Mother Earth distribute multifaceted 
fragments reflective in a desert dream.

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The Pause

l smiled, my last smile,
as I walked across the room. 
My mind was on fire, 
like a summer sun in June.
I cried when I left you,
so much despair.
Yet lost and confused,
no time to repair.
So I sat down and counted
my blessings once more,
and I realized that moment,
A block in my soul.
For love is a wave 
we must ride to the end.
Sometimes we are on top,
sometimes head in the sand.
I knew when we met 
there'd be many rows to hoe,
but today I must say that
I'm happier at home.

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The Stone House

Oh how you beckoned
My heart to your door,
Among the maple leaves
And hydrangea trees  
Or was it the shine
upon your floors?

Yet deep into, the blackened night
Slaves once ran, to save their lives,
relieving their pain
and get some rest,
A railroad stop
To catch their breath.

Your steadfast spirit
Of sadder days,
when people stayed 
for Freedom's sake,
Yet today, I find your gracious past,
An honorable place for those to rest.

And I a lowly traveler too,
Will find such comfort 
From a different view ...
And sit among the maple trees
Or smell a hydrangea
And feel the breeze.  

Then I'll pray a bit 
before I leave
and thank the Lord 
for every Being
That hung a light for those to see
Among the maple leaves 
And hydrangea trees.

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Words Taking Shape

I knew this as a child
My mother told me so
She’d lay down in my bed at night
And read a story slow.
With my ears I’d carefully listen
My eyes straight on the page
But when my mind would wonder
I’d carefully change my gaze.
Not to the words or pictures
Before my very eyes but
The rectangles above my head
Each one the very same size.
The small rectangles up above
Each one in its very own space
Lined up so very perfectly
The representation of perfect strength.
Each wire connected carefully
Like soldiers in a row
One by one I’d counted them
And she would never know.
Then one day she noticed
That my mind not fixed on her
So she changed her voice to singing
And I strangely looked at her.
My eyes moved quickly to her eyes
Then back to the story page
It was shapes that filled my mind each night
While her voice set the perfect stage.
Now I open her eyes anew
Where my mind would like to be
And from that moment forward
We both began to see.
It wasn’t just the fabric or the wires that I saw
But the very shape of rectangles, one big and many small.
The large shape was of fabric and the small shapes were of wire
An L an H and even a T I’d see during that half-hour.
My mother liked words she read
I liked all my shapes
Binding our worlds that we create
Perfectly together in our sacred space.
She knew that I was special
At the age of only two
For I saw the world in shapes and lines
And from many different views.
Some shapes were round and some were square
Like the rectangles up above
And at night in bed where I’d lay my head
She thought my vision profound.
Although most shapes I observed alone
Sometimes she’d point to others
Like the moon up in the sky
And ask what shape she’d discovered.
Sometimes I saw a bright, full moon
The shape of a perfect circle
Or a crescent moon, which had turned its head
Simply waiting to go to bed.
The discovery of many shapes I’d see
Through the words my mother spoke
Enhanced the quiet thoughts I’d have
Through exploring the shapes she invoked.
Some were square as a jack in the box
Others like stars in the sky
But I’d have to say my favorite was
The crescent moon up high.
Just before the light turned off
She tucked me into bed
And I never forgot the words I said,
“Look at the rectangles above my head.”
Now my brother takes my place
He will look above
To the fabric mattress and wire springs
That I have spoken of.
I lay so much closer
To the crescent moon above
and smile when I think of how
These thoughts and shapes discovered.
Seeing is believing, and believing is to see
Words can truly shape our thoughts
And shapes define our being.

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The Day I Left You

The day I left you,
You ran hand-in-hand,
I released you from me
But it was never the plan.

I was hardened by life
I was begging to feel
I was lost in my soul
Down trodden for years.

Some days I look back
Feeling my pain...your pain?
We never talked about it
Is there something to gain?

You're  older now, such beautiful men,
You have always been 
the better part of me,
I'm proud of you, can you see?

I'm sorry my children...that I said goodbye. 
You were the light of my life
Today I finally cried...

Please come to me
Please speak your mind
I need to hear your truth
I can handle it this time.

Lets stand together,
Lets hold each other's hands,
Leaving you that day...
It was never my plan...I'm sorry.

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Drum Beat

I heard a drum beat 
in my soul,
beckoning me 
to your door.

Then I heard
a drum beat 
in head my head,
beckoning me 
to your bed.

There is no need
to cross that line,
or spend my days
too confined.

But I a lowly traveler too
now looks at life
from a different view

I've changed my thoughts
given up my chance,
to hold you 
one more time again.

To brush your hair
or rub your back,
I loved you once
but I can't go back.

To yesteryear
good times and cheer,
I've turned the page
for one more day.

If I hear the beat
straight to your door,
I'll withhold my lust
to explore.

The depth in my heart
beating to then fro,
from the desire to return
but I'll go no more.  

I loved you many
times before,
but today I'll
have to shut the door.

Then move my thoughts
in a new direction,
to freshen my spirit
from your direction.

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On Loving You

Have you ever loved platonically
Then reach a point of true honesty
Written in your heart your dreams 
conceived among the evergreens.  
I often visit this sacred place
Where the hardwood's stand 
With so much grace
And every bird that chirps a song
Brings life to us, but not for long. 
For every moment I've spent with you is tender, honest but never blue
So we grew together and then apart, but never forgot the love in our heart.  And when we have to say goodbye, I'll hold this moment in my mind, parting ways until next time where the evergreens sway 
In our special place, 
Good bye my love but just for today.