Of Love And War

May I never forget the battle,
The war I fought on the field.
Through the death and destruction
Memories shattered on the ground.

The mud and sweat cover me whole
For trying so hard to survive.
I survived although I wished many times
To become the mixture of mire and blood on the wasteland

I trudge on wearily
As the bombs fall around me
But I am unaware of their sound.
I have adapted to the violence of man.

Don't worry, though, it's going to be alright
It's just I cannot feel anymore.
Sympathy for myself is the only emotion I feel,
But how far does it get a person, really?

Certainly not out of this prison called a home,
And not out of this trench I call life,
And not out of the death called a heart-beat,
The war still goes on.

December 16, 1986

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What great lands these hands have built!
What wondrous stories life has to share!
What attainable goals can be reached!
Boundless and never ending within ourselves!

How we blend and are one!
Co-existence in the fourth dimension!
Knowing ourselves; understanding others!
Unimaginable gifts waiting for us!

All we create and manipulate for our own purpose
Not to fall victim to - but to co-exist with
Is it possible that each thing in this world whether living or inatimate has a story
And either we are paying attention or we are deaf to all Natures and Gods

Woo-hoo!

I've been developing one blog so much that I've neglected the other aspects of my personality...So without further adieu, I will commence the frivolities of this wonderful life of mine! Perhaps we all can learn a few things.