Once More To Live...
we have been a dead people
worshipping dead gods for too long.
our living no more than simple arithmetic,
collecting trinkets we name,
that somehow define us...
to be spread across our graves...
as if, to testify... but to what?
we've built moral cages that drain all color...
have become black and white photographs,
wearing suits, carrying bibles..
and now it seems the world's gone crazy,
violence, sex, rampant poverty...
war after war, hatred after hatred.
we've defiled our beds,
even our shadows have fled.
who are we? who are these faces
that haunt our sleepless nights?
who are the bodies we sleep with?
what is real?
we have become the disease in search of the cure?
but is there a cure?
are we then the living, or just strange shadows,
watching life through smoke yellowed windows?
have we killed the wolf,
and stripped the wings of the hawk?
what ocean lives inside this shell?
do we still hear the voice of the Lover?
would we recognize it if we did?
if we cut our fingers, do we bleed?
are we more than nothing,
but less than something?
have we killed the messenger?
turned the silence to noise?
whose hand on the plow?
is the field then barron?
and this night, if we stop to pray...
will we recognize the mumblings of our spirits?
repentance, the body in the alley,
set ablaze to warm the rats!
do you love me? do i love you?
is there any evidence to prove we're here?
whose hand takes mine?
whose eyes meet mine?
do we dare once more to live?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Am (Defiant)
i am, become...
i am the seat on the bus
Rosa Parks would not leave..
i am the fires of anger
when Martin Luther King was killed.
i am the grassy knoll,
where the true killer stood.
i am the Little Bighorn,
and Crazy Horse weeping...
i am the men that built the bombs,
and all the faceless souls screaming
through their long sleepless nights...
i am the brothers that killed each other
in the long Civil War...
i am the slaves set free,
i am the Native Americans sent
to live in poverty on reservations
in the name of a white god...
i am the farm worker exploited,
the coal miner who died...
i am the rats and the filth
of tenements and trailers...
i am the blues hand picked,
moonshine made in the hills...
i am the grandfather who built
his house with his own hands.
i am the rage of the common,
i am America defiant,
i am, become....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Wing Our Loves Over Their Hearts (Ft Ellias)
'No love in stranger hearts'
Tired to hear those words
Repeating sound played in our ears
For us at first dont know each others
Forbidden us to smile even to a simple Hi
Living in the cage, they set our boundaries
Opposite sights, thought we born to continue their fights
Ignorance, the dead light blind our sight
Blinking eyes we only stare between this rule
Our hand like strong bird wings, but tied cant fly
Just stay inside we wait and cry
Maybe we just unimportant actors
Follow politic direct, caged in drama
Scripted by lust, Illusion by reigning power,
Acting in this anyway, really hurt, will it be over?
Maybe someday...one day..we shall waiting that day
The day we will fly together, touch the sky full of stars
We bound to their unfair rule, where hates not peace us
And our hands cant hold on, hates discriminate loves
Cant forever to see each other blood, will we move to safe side?
As grudge change red rose with the red blood
In this unending war, end of lovely earth,
Hatred of two sides, and we sacrificed in between
Maybe someday...one day..or dreaming in a day
Will be just a day, we only sleep on dead bed, end of our day
They kill those children smile, help them erase older people smile
Why someone has to be killed for cruel vision
As we know, life has given as everyone mission
But we all now in two cages, separated in jar of hatred
Tired of those words
The voices only echoes us more fears
We need to learn from old men but we lost them
We used to hear children laugh but cry they think as lullaby
We miss when the rain painting seven colors over the window
Never, never this raining blood, create the same magical rainbow
In this shadowed place, Living in different invisible cages
I stare and ponder, wonder if someday we can fly together
'Existence of love is nothing but to embrace life'
That's what i longing to hear
Oh God if there still an open sky
Or if only just to have one big cage
It just enough for us to build a palace
Let it be our place, living as one with peace and grace
For our hands hold theirs, cheering days, counting stars
Oh God if there's something like my dreaming sky
Will mend our broken smiles, for our life revived
For all hands hold loves to make world survives
Till the world end, only loves survive our life
poem by Unwritten Soul
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Shadows of Hate
Hate
Fear
Anger
Love
Hiding in the shadows is now where I can feel it home so why not just
stay there
Shadow peaceful still quiet at last
So why must we all destroy them with bombs and guns and all the
flashes in the weapons still be there
Why must we always make so much noise in this world that takes away
the peacefulness of the shadows
Why must we always kill each other use so much violence in the world
to make so many into graves just because of thing like
Hate
Fear
Anger
Love
Power
All those people need to be sent into the shadows just to know what
they can truly hide from the world
To truly know all the people that love to be in shadows that grew up
living in them and know how much they can come in to hand when all
that people fear is in them
And those people all the only ones that can come even remotely close
to being truly afraid of the light
So why do people destroy the darkness
Hate
So why do people stay away from the darkness
Fear
So why must people kill the people of the shadows
Anger
What can make all people stay together even in darkness
Love
Why must people always try to control the shadows
Power
All people are evil but nobody will ever notice it
Through all their own evil will shine through
poem by Joshua Burckhard
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Over The Dead Body
Don’t fight over the dead body
Grudge and ego of people left behind
Could raise the worst world war
Don’t scared over the dead body
Silence and stillness of living human
Is more frightening than the ghost
Don’t keep mourning over the dead body
Sadness and lost of the one we love
Will be replaced by forever peace
Don’t worship over the dead body
Dreams could only be real and achieved
If we open our eyes to the world
Don’t disrespect over the dead body
It once belonged to precious life
Though the evidence corpse severely decayed
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A Tribute to September,11 2001
Dawn breaks over the horizon,
the first rays of sunshine
start to warm the air
and brighten the city.
It is a clear blue sky this morning,
it is just perfect.
Everyone buzzes around, ready
to start their morning.
Nothing at all seems to
be wrong or could ruin this day.
No one is aware of the
immanent danger they are in.
New Yorkers rushing to do
all they need to,
not taking a moment to
stop and see the world.
BOOM! ! ! Hundreds of
innocent people, their lives
suddenly go up in flames
as the plane crashes.
Thousands of people below
suddenly stop to see
the inferno inside the building
rage on and the smoke billow out.
This once seemingly great day,
now has threatened us
and the lives of many people,
it is now an attack.
The people below stop to stare,
trying to figure out what
happened for this explosion
to occur inside the building.
No one ever thinks that
a jumbo airliner,
carrying lots of people,
had been hijacked by terrorists.
This plan had been made
long before this day.
The hearts of these men
turned to evil.
Their intent, to kill
thousands of people,
no matter what
race, age or gender.
Everyone and anyone was
a potential target.
Making us all the same.
United in their evil plot.
They studied all of us,
blended in, and learned
how to manipulate our system.
All of us unaware.
Inside the building,
people make their way
to escape, to survive.
Everyone flooding the exits.
While others still are trapped.
Many already know their fate.
They make the decision
to end it sooner, rather than later.
Rather than face the flames,
they jump, their bodies
becoming missiles and don't
stay intact.
Almost as if God, himself,
took them away before
they could ever land.
Horror spreads across the growing crowds.
Just as everyone thinks,
nothing else could possibly happen...
BOOM! ! ! Another plane
crashes into the second building.
More innocent people's lives
stop, just as they were beginning.
Screams and chaos breaks out
in everyone watching.
The world has been turned
upside down and horrors never thought of,
now turn into reality.
Everyone's heart, united in agony.
The clear blue sky is now
tainted with thick black smoke,
the smoke of hatred
from men who saw this as good.
The world seems to stop to watch,
holds their breath and
prays that nothing else happens.
Prays that it is all just a dream.
People at home watching,
pick up the phone and dial
their loves ones to
make sure they are alright.
Others immediately call to
see how they can help
the people in New York.
Ready to do anything.
Just as everything seemed alright,
the building gives way,
the whoosh of air hits
everyone below as it comes crashing.
Ash surrounds everyone.
Pandemonium erupts as
people run for their lives,
almost everyone gets caught in the ash cloud.
Everything goes from color,
to ash grey, connecting everyone again.
Everything looks like statues now
as if time now stands still.
The grey of the ashes
sets and even more depressing
tone to the worst
possible situation.
The earth trembles once again,
as the second building crashes down.
Thousands of lives now lost,
to the hatred of those men.
They had a goal,
and the succeeded in
what they wanted.
Their hatred won...
Men, women, sons, daughters,
Mothers, fathers, friends,
all gone in a matter of seconds.
No one even heard their cries.
But they did not loose
their life in vain.
We as Americans became
stronger and now stand together.
Brave men and women
have gone across seas to
fight to keep our freedom,
in the names of those killed.
Now we stand, hand in hand,
fighting against terrorism.
Fighting for the lives lost,
they will not die in vain.
May we never forget
9-11 and the precious
meaning of life.
May we love more and hate less.
God Bless those people who died,
the people who lost loved ones,
those still fighting for freedom,
and God Bless America.
poem by Jaana Coon
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Love and Hatred
Love is not so heavy as hatred,
Love is gentle and soothing,
While hatred is rude and disturbing,
Love is an attribute of God,
While hatred is the quality of devil,
Love makes,
Hatred mars,
Love teaches how to live,
Hatred is tired of life,
Love is soft as gentle rain,
Hatred is hard as drought,
Love is deep like an ocean,
Hatred is shallow without commotion,
Love makes sacrifice,
Hatred escapes sacrifice,
Love is everlasting,
Hatred is transcient,
Love releases fragrance,
While hatred stinks,
Love relies on heart,
Hatred relies on mind,
Love loses,
Hatred gains,
In a nutshell,
Love is life,
Hatred is death,
So let's spread love.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Dead Day and Torched Night
Night choked on the sun
Now dim and dwindling, the light faded
The street lights guided his way, but he wasn't lost
If Night held his breath
The silence could hear his voice
It ate and drank his words
Now lost on a blank and endless page
But still existing if spoke by silence
Now Night travelled on, in search of day
Blinding flashes now killing all the desert life
And Night swallowed every watt of light
Day came from the horizon
Where the sky and earth would never meet
Her long white hair swayed and played
And pitch black eyes that sent shivers down Night's spine
She was polished and clean, bright and commanding
While filth had consumed him, blending with the background
Her warm hand caressed his own cold and pale one
Night shivered and pulled away
Day burst ablaze with fury
Night couldn't shield the fire
The space time continuum gave up and fled
A gap between light and dark swept the nation
Blank grey misty sky remained
Ashes smoldered and relit
Decades passed and the burning was not yet extinguished
Smoke had choked them
All that was seen was dead day and torched night.
poem by Zara Jamshed
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We Dream In Color
Dream sequence
(wake up, wake up, wake up, time to dream)
(wake up, time to dream)
We dream, we dream, we dream in color
Wake me up in the middle of the night, tell me what youve seen
Ivory clouds in a sea of blue, fields of endless green
But we lie here and we search for stars
Or big bad letters all the way from mars
The sky is black and the moon is pale, and we cry for this world of ours
In the dark we still believe (oh you know that we still believe)
In the dark we see
Chorus:
We dream in color - but we live in black and white
We dream in color - like a rainbow in the night
We dream of peace, we dream of love, but still the dream is not enough
We dream in color
Oh yes we dream
I wake up in the middle of the day, locked within this cell
The sun is weak on the gun gray street, a cold and concrete hell
So I close my eyes and remember the days
Of a blood red sky and a purple haze
The flag was yours and the flag was mine, but we let it fade away
In the dark we still believe (oh you know that we still believe)
In the dark we see
We dream in color - but we live in black and white
We dream in color - like a rainbow in the night
We dream of peace, we dream of love, but still the dream is not enough
We dream in color
(guitar solo)
This is where it all comes down, this is where the truth is found
Someones gotta keep this dream alive
We dream in color - but we live in black and white
We dream in color - like a rainbow in the night
We dream of peace, we dream of love, we dream of life!
We dream in color
We dream in color - we dream, yes we dream
We dream in color - but we live in black and white
We dream in color - and hold on to each other
We dream in color - lover to lover, sister to brother, we hold on
We dream in color
We dream in color - we dream
We dream in color - we dream...
song performed by by Starship
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Magshe
Dare to be different and dare to take up the task,
For i am from 'Mensah Sarbah Hall' to teach you;
And my mind is set up like Indiana Jones.
I am Magshe and you could be my grandfather,
But to wed the deceased on her dead-bed before burial;
For, i have no crocodile tears to shed on this issue.
Dumbfounded,
But, you must marry the ded body before burial!
However, deep inside me is the muse of love.
I am watching you under this microscope and,
I have the symbols of this story to tell from 'Mensah Sarbah Hall'!
For, someone did it for the frist time.
Your life is like a child's play,
With the cultures and the customs around you;
But i will never forget what you did to her,
And now, she is dead and gone! !
Share my thoughts if you have the muse of love,
For the gods are ready to talk today;
Because, the politicians are cheating us!
Of man's stupidity in the name of plenty,
And like the drunkard's stupor! !
But, are we all not human beings? !
For my eyes have seen and my hand will write them;
But, who else is guilty on this case?
You can achieve any heights in life if you believe in it,
Butm, you've now killed the lady;
And, you are now made rto marry the dead body.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Aint No Cure For Love
I loved you for a long, long time
I know this love is real
It dont matter how it all went wrong
That dont change the way I feel
And I cant believe that times
Gonna heal this wound Im speaking of
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure for love.
Im aching for you baby
I cant pretend Im not
I need to see you naked
In your body and your thought
Ive got you like a habit
And Ill never get enough
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure for love
There aint no cure for love
There aint no cure for love
All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky
The holy books are open wide
The doctors working day and night
But theyll never ever find that cure for love
There aint no drink no drug
(ah tell them, angels)
Theres nothing pure enough to be a cure for love
I see you in the subwayand I see you on the bus
I see you lying down with me, I see you waking up
I see your hand, I see your hair
Your bracelets and your brush
And I call to you, I call to you
But I dont call soft enough
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure for love
I walked into this empty church I had no place else to go
When the sweetest voice I ever heard, whispered to my soul
I dont need to be forgiven for loving you so much
Its written in the scriptures
Its written there in blood
I even heard the angels declare it from above
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure for love
There aint no cure for love
There aint no cure for love
All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky
The holy books are open wide
The doctors working day and night
But theyll never ever find that cure,
That cure for love
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Understanding
Why do we fight both black and white
'Cause we don't understand
If you give-you get-but if you want respect
Then please understand
Hatred begins and no one wins
Tell me who pays the price
From our generation to the next
Have respect for human life
A man kills another man for things he doens't understand
How can someone take a another life
If people just don't give a damn
Can't respect a man for what he is a man
Then the world will destruct from racial strife
I do believe in self-and self-respect is where it starts
You have to love yourself before you love me
And if love must play a part-then it has to come from the heart
In order for the pain of hate to cease
We got-we got-we got to stop hatred
Hatred is something perpetrated by lies
We got-we got-we got to have justice
The system plays god by who lives or dies
We got-we got- we got to have equality
Do not judge a man by the color of his skin
We need-we need- we need understanding
To make this world a better place to live in
song performed by by 24-7 Spyz
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Silence Of The Damned
Can your hear the silence.
something isn't right.
dead is the night.
who turn out the lights.
then they converge upon me like vulture.
a breeze of wind blows and
bring the chills right down to my very bones.
I know I'm done for but don't even care
cause its not my nightmare but yours.
twisted and turned. living on dead memories.
eating upon them so slowly.
Can you hear the silence.
something isn't right. dead is the night.
Who turned off the lights.
who is it this time.
again they converge.
but this isn't my nightmare.
its yours. watch in despair.
suck in your last bit of air.
no life left for me.
giving up and letting the leeches feed.
for everyone has their needs.
everyone needs to bleed.
and this time its you destiny.
Can you hear the silence.
something isn't right.
dead is the night.
who turned of the light.
who is it this time.
just remember this is not my nightmare but your.
you open the door welcome them in.
so now you must try to fend hyenas off if you can.
if not welcome to the damned.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Just Writting About Wolfs
days get colder nights get longer..wind howls a lonely howl
deep in the night a lone wolf howls do his howls fall on def ears
as he sits high upon a cliff looking down upon the woods he calls home
he wonders in the shadows a loner but never really alone
we has the wind the earth and the air that goes threw him
it like an old friend to him the darkness the shadows
the wolf wonders alone in mind and thoughts
whats he thinking of
we may never know know....
but hawk circles above does he hear the howl as the wolf says hello in the nights sky to hawk
flying so live so free
the wolf is the path finder the teacher they finder of the way
the hawk hears the howl and carries the message up to the sky
what the message, , , , , you may as for each its difffenrt each its own sound even one of silance
the wolf knows all is well in the world tonght
dont know why i wrote this one or whats its meaning is just kinda came to me as i sat here watching the football game
hope you all enjoyed
greyicewolf
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poem by Jeff Greyicewolf
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When I Think Of Myself As Dead
WHEN I THINK OF MYSELF AS DEAD
When I think of myself as dead
I think of what it will mean for my loved ones
I pray they will not lose heart and hope because of it-
When my father died my brother lost hope-
When I think of myself dead
I wonder about God and God�s purpose
Is there really an afterlife?
What could it mean?
Will I meet again those who have gone before me?
When I think of myself dead
I think about a body in the ground
Worms eating it, cold paining it-
When I think of myself as dead
I think about never feeling anything again-
When I think about myself as dead
I think about the work I have left behind
And whether it will mean anything to anyone
And for how long-
When I think of myself as dead
I think of all the memories that will go with me
I think about nothing and more nothing and the end of the universe-
When I think of myself as dead
I think of life going on down below
Life with all its beauty and pain
And I pray and I pray again
My loved ones will be able to manage and make their own lives still happy
When I think of myself as dead
I pray to G-d
That somehow in some way
It will not be the end for me forever.
When I think of myself as dead
I think of myself as living again somehow
In a way I cannot now know-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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If I Had Only Known
(jana stanfield, craig morris)
If I had only known
It was the last walk in the rain
Id keep you out for hours in the storm
I would hold your hand
Like a life line to my heart
Underneath the thunder wed be warm
If I had only known
It was our last walk in the rain
If I had only known
Id never hear your voice again
Id memorize each thing you ever said
And on those lonely nights
I could think of them once more
Keep your words alive inside my head
If I had only known
Id never hear your voice again
You were the treasure in my hand
You were the one who always stood beside me
So unaware I foolishly believed
That you would always be there
But then there came a day
And I turned my head and you slipped away
If I had only known
It was my last night by your side
Id pray a miracle would stop the dawn
And when youd smile at me
I would look into your eyes
And make sure you know my love
For you goes on and on
If I had only known
If I had only known
The love I wouldve shown
If I had only known
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Sometime Soon
Watching the world turn. Watching it spin. Oh baby where do i begin. Another night without sleep. It my conscious getting to me. I like to say sorry but i just don't know how. I would if i could, but i know what it would mean. Bringing back my demons. In the living fresh. A nightmare of my own mess. I confess it has been difficult. But still we must march are separate ways. We are each others enemy. Cause to much pain, to ride together in a personal airplane. Provide the evidence that your through. And maybe i ll write you. I have a box of letters in my head, waiting for that day. And i pray its not to soon. Some would call me a loon and maybe their right. But regardless this soul can never be locked up tight. No drugs can cure, watch me as i take wings and soar.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Renewal for M lady Lucianne
The moonlight slyly penetrates
the curtained windows of my room.
Though hesitant illuminates
the empty silence wrapped in gloom.
Although I have no interest
because I shun the world outside
The moon insists she will invest
her silver light, with me abide.
I’m desolate and in despair
I hate the world from which I hide.
I am benumbed no longer care.
I’m contemplating suicide.
I have the wherewithal at hand
the sleeping pills I have stockpiled.
The moon issues stern command
I will not let you die my child.
Why should I live there’s nothing left.
There is no happiness for me
My love is dead I am bereft
alone, unloved and solitary.
My goddess brooks no argument
I have no choice I must obey.
She is supremely confident.
She knows I dare not disobey.
And she is right I do not dare.
I hear again my lover’s voice
“ Do not give in to black despair
my love. That is the coward’s choice.
You loved me long and faithfully
no woman could have asked for more.
All of my life you cherished me.
You’re young enough to love once more.
My mood then changed dramatically,
of black despair no slightest trace.
My love had come to set me free
to find someone to take her place.
I am quite sure she’ll stay close by
until I meet her chosen one
Then she will spread her wings and fly
content that I am not alone.
Was it a dream or was she here
and did she really talk to me.
I’ll never know for sure I fear
but I can move on hopefully.
The love we shared will never die,
Though I may find a new romance.
It is her wish that I should try
She’s granting me a second chance.
She loved me so unselfishly
in the same way that I loved her.
Without a trace of jealousy
so to her wishes I defer.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The God Of Gasoline!
for every gallon of gasoline...
how many children killed?
how many families destroyed
by the bombs?
how many countries ravaged,
how many peoples left
to live in abject poverty?
how many of your own sons
sent to battle,
killed or maimed?
how much pollution in the air?
how many oceans defiled?
how much sea life squandered?
how many political lies told?
how much hatred spread?
how many fat cats getting fatter?
how many hours of work?
gasoline...
the god of food supplies,
transportation and jobs,
even the farm machinery...
the big trucks...
and how much of your check?
there has to be a better way!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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There Are Shadows
some nights
those colder ones
when i am alone in bed
watching the favorite show on the ceiling
of shadows
on an aircon musicale
listening to the comforting whispers
of the humming birds inside
my mind
i decided to fear
nothing
the shadows of my past are here again
my hands do not touch them
my hungry eyes feast on their
restlessness
my body and soul
all unaffected
after all the dead
cannot harm the living
even when they are
all sleeping....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life After War
Being nice is not enough…
A relationship is tough…
Living by the relationship…
If you are ready that’s cool…
But in that way you never…
Finished school…
And the teen age life you…
Never lived…
Protecting your country was …
Your Adams rib…
Now because of what you did…
Joining the army at 17…
That uniform was your dream…
But the conflict that came and went…
Give your life a different scent…
Marriage at such a young age…
Entwined in war gave rage…
Hiding to the world…
Now back home to face the girl…
Her being your wife…
And the war…then that strife…
What an after life…
War rules kelp you living…
Back in the world…
People are not giving…
Sleeping in mud…
Running up and down hills…
This “back to the world”…
Life isn’t real…
After 13 months you still wish to kill…
For that was your only drill…
Now you are an adult…
Living on a whole new boat…
The laws are new and has truly…
Changed…
Now I am somewhat deranged…
Strange…
Bottled…
Up is anger plenty…
Sympathy I don’t have any…
Tears fill my eyes…
Now my life I surmise…
Surprise…
In the mind dead or alive…
The nightmares rise…
Now all tensed up inside…
The least little thing…
And life is disrupted…
Not to mention the demands of a relationship…
Ooooo! I what to bust that lip…
But this calls for a new chip…
Because of the things which I never did…
For in the army my teenage…
Year were hide…
Being a trooper you have this duty…
Making you true to the flag…“Back to the world” a drag…
The people here play tag…
In the world I come from…Tag will get you killed…
Prejudice…has not changed…
In the hood the same old thang…
So now I try to concentrate my brain…
Just to fit in…you know be plain…
But people still thought me insane…
So to God I go…
Prostrating on the floor…
Pray and pray…and pray some more…
The things I did to other…
I dare tell my mother…
With her I could not live…
For deep within I pout…
And at the world I shout…
In the hospital…
Cause shouting isn’t right…
The nightmares get worse each night…
My whole being filling with tears…
Doctors keep putting me on those pills…
Soon they become a thrill…
Is my life real?
Why do I still want to kill?
Leaving the hospital without…the doctors…
Consent…
Reliving the past…
My friends dying all around …
At home they cannot see my pain…
Now my body hears no sound…
After all the dead bodies I found…
Some younger then me…
Damn! Why can’t my government see…
What a teen life they stole …
Now I am middle age…
That’s getting old…
And still to the flag I will give my soul…
Even when they lied to me…
While I was rising my hand…
After I do …I became a man…
So now the after math…
Death seem to smooth…
Why did live…
And not die in that bloody pool…
My death to even the score…
I can’t live like this any more…
My responsibilities are not the same…
People playing silly games…
In the world I live games got you dead…
Crowds give me fear…
I treat them as if hunting a deer…
My relationships are slow…
I grow as time go…
But still down deep inside…
Mountains of shame I hide…
And yet there is this American pride…
What is it we me…
Many friends back in that catastrophe…
My life ain’t no good for me…
Help me…to die…and be a hero…
Let me be among the ARMIES best…
Those who died have pass the test…
Not living in this new world…
Not seeing new rules…
Women I have learn to respect…
They are the only ones who gave a hack…
And the flag…as I die …I still respect…
My friends of that far away land…
I’ll come back again…
Love you my brothers…
For you the brave have no color…
Whisperkwane
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Dedication to All who keep this home land free…
For the trooper of all wars (VIETNAM) …
I pray everyday…that my life I can take away…
I remember you…all…Hoping the government will as well.
Shout out: to 173rd…the heard 1967-75
Bong Song…jungle…Long Range Reconnaissance Patrol (lrrps)
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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