Suppressed

Through shuttered lens
The horror plays
Heartbeat quickens
Beads of sweat form

Rapid breathing
The torment, real
Trying to wake
To end this dream

Each night it comes

Each night , I fail

Memorial Day

Monday, May 28, 2007

To all military personel, past and present, I thank you for serving.

Pure

Through the eyes of you
Life is so pure
Nothing taken for granted
Everything, new

Your voice sweet, unsure
questions bring smiles
Simple gestures
Thoughts deep, sincere


Show me the world
I'll follow you

I'll learn

Reaching For Surface

Tides constant motion

Caught in despair

Reaching for surface

Burning pain with each exhale

Waves recede

New hope is had

Swimming towards daylight,

I’ll make it this time

Forgotten Heroes

Tattered clothing

hair full of tangle

emaciated face,

tells of woe

Impatient people

quick to degrade

Dismissed as a cause now lost

How does one get here?

A disgrace some will say

Turn away in disgust

Life full of promise

Served proud for us all

Forgotten, as if

No request for this mission

No bed for rest

Scraps of discarded food

Reflections of early years

Battle Hymns played

No questions asked

Too much to deal with

Death all around

Trapped in my mind, forever

No pension or address

Tin cup in hand

Spare a dollar for grub

Serving or begging

both done with pride

For I am a vet, til I die

Heroes

To a woman who raised five girls and always had room in her heart and home for foster children, and made each feel as loved as the other..

Heroes

For granted you were taken
Through our growing years
Caught up in our own lives
How well you hid your tears

Placing us before yourself
Our needs were always met
Sacrafices made daily
Your love we'd always get

I am myself because of you
Examples that you set
Putting others always first
Each felt they were your pet

With every knock on the door
Entered someone new in need
Room was made for just one more
How kind you are indeed

Never once did you complain
When times were tough for you
Your faith, it somehow held you up
And then you carried through

We never knew uncertainty
Felt luckier than some
For this is why my hero
Is you, my loving Mom

The Wonders of Life

Individual, as one
We are born
Touching lives as we go
Never to know our affect
on another, until removed
Desperate to find reason
For existence here
Why should we care?

The circle continues
Generations go on
Yet the first in order
Began the line
Heritage passed down
Traditions handed off
Wonder all the while
What if it stopped

Cease to exist
And the effects start to show
Just how much each brings
To the life of another
Who knows where you’d be
Had each not been there
To aid in each step
Adding to your being

Imagine who you’d be
Without each person
Who has entered your life
Touched you in some way
Helped you through and
Guided with love
Criticized to make you strong
Cried with you in pain

Each thing we do
No matter how small
Touches another in some way
Be careful with judgment
Be carefree with respect
For you never know
Who touches you
Until it’s too late