A broken heart in Iraq
I. Night Descends
while i'm away with legionaires
settling their quicks and qualms,
i see black clouds rollin in
o'er the arabian palms.
as the rays that once fell on me
begin to fade away
winds of change, bring the rain
as night descends on day.
today my tongue has fallen silent
my eyes transfixed on the paper,
i feel like i'm floating into oblivion
for with each word, i taper.
as true as it is that i'm losing a lover
i'm losing a friend today
i set aside your latest letter
as night descends on day.
no better pair was ever made
we were clearly ordained from above
but as he giveth, he taketh away
the lovers no longer in love.
were my transgressions nearly as great
as the punishment i pay?
what spite and wrath has god wrought
as night descends on day.
II. The Storm Subsides
the thunder claps and lightning flash
all throughout the night
it seems as if this storm itself
has its own internal fight.
I lay on my back staring out
wondering where do I go from here?
then the sky falls into my eyes
and to one side, a tear.
the storm continues churning,
now inside of me.
I watch myself, tear in two
with loathsome clarity.
all the flash and bang is still
happening before my eyes,
but soon begins subsiding
as i begin to cry.
I hang my head and drain my pain
into my canteen,
until the storm I saw before me
is totally unseen.
I hold before me all my pain
then hold it high in cheers,
realized she was behind me
and drank that cup of tears.
III. The Dawn
I have traveled back home,
by sea and by land
to find what was meaningful,
soulless and bland.
I confront my old love
and when everything was said,
alone I retired
and lay down my head.
I awake with thirst quenched
to see the light play,
bathing in the dew
of this new dawning day.
As I travel the country
a light nearly blinds me,
slicing the horizon,
finding its way through the trees.
I start to raise a hand
to sheild my eyes,
but as I begin to
I realize...
that this light is a love
returning to me
in a new form
and setting me free.
written: 09 March 2004
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Bullets
my words are like bullets
flying in sprays
shredding and maming
and causing dismay.
fired from a gun without
given a thought
carefree and pius,
a burden there's not.
perceptions my brother
and harbored in most
but responsibility is gone,
no credit to host.
We are not what we say,
nor know what we do
and carry the identity
that pistol hands do.
a bullet finds target
and target lay slain,
oblivious I stroll
to find target again.
written: 10 Mar 2010
Proverbs 12:18
Proverbs 12:18
