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Someone kicked a hole in the sky
I wonder why?
My minds Eye gazes deep
peering through foggy layers of atmosphere
into the dark horizons of infinity
grasping particles we cannot see
blinded by the clarity
where do we go from here?
Goodbye.

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beaten down
a broken horse
a thoroughbred thats run his course
won the race but lost the war
never looking ahead
couldnt see that far

nothing more than something....

rearranging and constraining
from the lack of participating.
reveals nothing more than something
before you look around or begin to
explore the remnants of the ramparts
once glowed orange red burning embers
of amber you know?
reach deep down and grab the strap
pull it up onto your lap
lap it up with all your vigor
smash it into a million slivers
shards of glass which gleam and glisten
and in the morning you will have arisen
from your slumber of a thousand days
and begin to scribe your thoughts
on this blank page.
nothing from something is nothing
for sure and once again it returns
it wants more
from sea to sea or
shore to shore

Propaganda

THE BULK OF THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE IRAQI DESERT IN THE FALL OF 2003 WHILE I WAS SITTING IN THE GUN TURRET OF A BRADLEY FIGHTING VEHICLE. I BELIEVE IT IS MY BEST WORK TO DATE, AND I AM SADDENED THAT THIS POEM IS STILL RELEVANT 8 YEARS LATER.... PLEASE HELP PUT AN END TO THE MILITARY INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX WHICH HAS GRIPPED THIS NATION FOR THE PAST 50 YEARS...


The Perpetration of an Administration
Who are they to determine the Wealth of a Nation?

The wealth of man.
They can't understand the total wealth of land: of man;

Can't be held in ones hand.

Searching for a reason
To commit Global Treason
Insane Destruction and Abduction

Assassination or Emancipation?
People holding Freedom without Justification.

It seems we've heard this story before

Massacre of Ambassador
Powerful Whore
Useless War

Brutal actions of Insurgents
Can't be washed clean with Mild Detergents

A Bloody sun sets on the horizon
For This is How the West was Won

Political War on Everyone!

Live and Let Live
But Live as We
Live like Me
Not like He

This Land is our Land
Land of the Free

An Apocalyptic Tragedy
The Wise Foresee

Hypocrisy of Democracy

Simple...

Forced Philosophy

By Ridding the World of all things False
Never Stopping to check the Pulse

Imagine this play all turned around
as soldiers march on Our Home ground

The Trumpets sound as fear abounds

Ashes to Ashes the Giant Falls Down.

Bedside Manner...

She sits with her legs crossed

Regal, Elegant

Doll like porcelain

Near the bedside table; watching.

As I lay broken shackled to the bed.

Bound, Gagged, and Hobbled.

I love her.
and can't tell her so.

with every beat my heart bleeds solely for her
and can't let her know

we are close together
and still far apart

I can't feel a thing
Only the pain in my heart

yearning for any way to show my affection

maybe someday I'll chew through this verbal contraception

my addiction so near:
My obsession; desire

while the pain surges deeper
the more I admire

A single tear begins to fall
as she floats across the floor

and my heart cools to stone
as she slips through the door

When she returns
things will seem as before
the mystical dream the we shared
shall be nevermore.

Q&A

1: Do not touch it!

For we know not where it's been...

2: It's pleasant, yes?

1: Not sure?

2: Where is it going?

1: I don't know?

2: Come on....We can follow it till' the edge of morning...

1: Glory?

1: Tell me the sad song

Yes, sing this song

The one unspoken

The possibilities are endless...

I am beside myself...

2: HELLO

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Life: A non-linear existence.

Irony: Through death we aspire to keep living.

Painful to touch: Reality

Stare into the masked face of Death's messenger

He who giveth, taketh away

who's to say?

To give

To take

A mistake to think.

The act of knowing what we don't

Do we know what we want?

Does this happen, and why?

The ropes dangle above the bed severed at the knot

No support, she is gone.

Stranded within the hour

The second hand standing erect; alone

Take me home

I know not where to go....

Once again it's hard to know which way to turn,

and for what I should yearn.

The Poet.

Tonight we drive the broken road to the edge of stardom; holding hands.

Black as the moon, a poets tomb.

Vast and Wide.

Broken dreams and empty versus.

Forgotten plans flee the scene
for it's unclean..

And I feel that we are in danger.

The poets hand
scribbling in crayon

The prose scream out in anger.

On the edge of this land
We make our stand
While peering into the soul of a stranger.

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Easy now, yet harder still.

The chill of night.

Crystal moon shines down
streaming silver light

Casting shadows on the town
Snow driven dunes lay silent

Unmoved

Frozen darkness

Admire

Glistening..

Silver, Stale, a Shiny veil

Crisp and Clean till' morning

The Bubble.

Out of the Darkness and into the light,
kicking and screaming with all of my might.

Placed on a table and left alone,
never touched again; until full grown.

Inside the eye of a Hurricane blows,
a silent wind of change;
humanity knows. 
Will be the end of it all, 
as curiosity flows with a vigor that shows,
nobody listens or reads; 
between the rows.

Out of the morning and into the night
willing to go freely; without a fight.

Placed on a table and left for dead
Remembering always; the stories I've read. 

Straight Jacket Love.

Eerily twisted and semi-tired.
Wearily spun round' over what transpired.

Who knew they could conspire to be;
On top of their own world.
A nightmare to see.

To me?

I spied Paris...

Through an hour glass window;
peephole open wide.

Felt the inner workings.
Smelt the misty stale air.
Heard the maddening sadness creep ever so slowly up my spine,
past the blackness, and
into the realm of pain.

Breathed from the inside,
while coursing through blue veins.

The deafening silence.

Pure driven.

Insane.

Let go.

Left me.

Tangled in this silk woven cocoon

Trapped on the inside.

Thoroughly content in my own Asylum.

Knowing this prison will close at noon.