A Soldier’s legacy

The silence of the enemy
who made my blood run cold
is aging me quite rapidly
yes, I am growing old

Electric blues and jungle shoes
have preyed upon my youth
and stranded me in fantasy
unrecognized by truth

How can a bird fly
With a broken wing
What is marriage without a ring
Would it still be worth a try

What is an ear that cannot hear
How can music play without a beat
Would the dancers need their feet
Can an aching heart feel a lone tear

What if rain never fell
On a green lush dell
What if you could not hear a bell
Ringing for mass, would you go to hell

What of the vast sea
If not for artic melting ice
No evaporation for a cloud to wet a tree
Our view would not be so nice

times have began to elapse
generations seem to have been lost
who is to be in a lapse?
elderly have not made such boast
whom are we to slaughter?

proud is not the nation of today
young has not been found as yet
years of decades have seen a day
later how to be a pet
witness the hate and say
they have laid it and set
why should we give back a pay
all ancestors did was to rest
whom are we to judge?

Finding the favor of a new start
with a process flowing down stream
emotions like love, comfort and passion became
a mainstay for returning to a human with life.
My mother passed oh very hard to accept
three years pass and my daughter died being only 30.
Parts of my soul were healing at a slower rate.
Years passed age of life were differences in health.
Maybe thirty years left before going home
with the thought of my final place of rest
receiving lighting grace.

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The golden rain
of summers days
which bite the skin
like freezing pain

The circles made
upon the trails
in puddles dance
and then they fade

A rainbow floats
across a lake
a gasp is caught
in frozen throats

then nature mourns
the loss of sun
while birds do drink
and blow their horns

to find a muse
in written words
intoxicates
like drinking booze

Watching the rhythmic rise and fall
of the breathing,
of the man
that was my Dad.

The family sitting in various positions
of anxiety.
Holding their breath
with each uncoordinated spasm and jerk.

Occasional disjointed speech,
riddles and ramblings.
drifting in and out,
slow, slurred words
struggle to form.

A different breathing pattern
deeper,
peaceful ,
drops back to shallow,
monitored by anxious eyes.

A storm is brewing in my head
It is filled with fear and dread
Not knowing if I am alive or dead
I just hide covered in my bed

Only thoughts of escape repeat echoes
Like chimney smoke that bellows
With ghosts who are unfriendly fellows
The minds screen filled with death’s gallows

Body kicking, body twitching, last rights
No thought of fantasies flights
The rewinding of life, like lost kites
Eyes searching for the sparks of lights

In the darkness of the unseen
Predatory, it lays in Wait
Hidden on a mental screen
Playing all the buried hate

Expounding on every fear
Growling, Licking its lips
In the eyes a menacing Lear
Awaiting to take little nips

Destroying life as it's known
In many bits and pieces
Just to hear agonies moan
As an unwritten thesis

Now at the moment of death
Realizing it is the final ride
Waiting for that last breath
Knowing nowhere to hide

I was just here yesterday.
Yet it feels so far away
Lost in the conception of a day
The birth of what I call today

The abandon child of the past
Meeting the orphan, the outcast
A current dilemma moving fast
Extricating my anxiety which is vast

Considering reactions in a mistaken place
Pain which can never be wrapped in lace
Obscuring every rejoinder without a trace
As if being struck with the power of a mace

Last Words
When I think about the world
I think of sadness, darkness
A world you can't shut out
A world corrupted
Murderers killing
Thieves stealing
Pedophiles taking youth before it began
Waking up makes my skin crawl
It's painful to smile
I know you don't understand
You don't see what I see
Hear what I hear
Feel the way I feel
You haven't fallen yet
I hope you never do
I have fallen
I have see true Evil
I hit the rocks at the bottom