The doctor gave me some pills,
Said these will help you sleep.
My eyes are getting heavy,
I think they are going to work.
My room is dark and quiet
I will finally get some peace.
The soothing sounds of music
Thunder and lighting fill the air.
The lighting of tracers,
The sound of dying men.
The thunder of the rockets,
I'm going back again.
Now I'm safe, I found a hole.
You guys are dead,
How did you get in here?
What do you mean, we're going for a walk?
I hate this time of year in the Delta,
There's red dust everywhere.
Wait, I think it's going to rain,
The red dust turns to red mud.
Frank, where are you going?
You've got the point again?
Step lightly brother, stay alert,
The ***** are all around.
Hey, Lt. let's take a break.
This radio weights a ton and hurts.
Yes Sir, I know, everyone has problems.
Yes, I'll be sure and tell the chaplin.
From the front, a M-16 on rock and roll.
I think Frank has found a problem.
Yes Sir, the radio is ready,
I think we are going to need some help.
Everyone spread out, find cover.
But watch out for traps where you go.
Radio guy, get over here, now>
**** I don't want to move.
He called the birds, help is on the way.
I see the tracers, going out and coming in.
Is it my imagination, is my radio the target?
My 16 is so hot, I grab one from the ground.
The captain calls our position,
Everyone drops and hugs the ground.
We can hear the jets coming
And hell is what they bring.
Something is not right,
I'm choking on the dust.
We are walking down a road
Me and the dead looking for a enemy.
I've learned to live with the
Loud ringing in my head.
But now it is drowning out the
Sounds of the bullets and guns.
The heat and fear, I'm soaking wet.
The sounds and smells cover me.
The mud is pulling me under.
My wife is shaking me awake.
The smell of ****** and burning bodies,
Gun power, burn pits, rice paddies, bugs.
You can leave the war behind,
But it follows you home.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
God, my baby came to live with you
And she left some things behind.
This pink brush it was her favorite,
I would brush her hair before bed nightly.
She is going to be scared God,
Could you have an angel
Help her brush her teeth before
Bed, and maybe tell her a story?
I've brought some things for her God,
To help her through the days to come.
I have her fluffy kitten and a night light
To help her sleep. Just for a while please.
She will hide under the covers,
So hard to wake in the morning.
Why am I telling you this? She is Your
Angel and You already know her.
Have patient with her Lord,
She is just a little girl.
If she draws on the clouds or
Laughs too loud, just love her.
I don't know why you took her,
Or why she had such pain.
I would rather it had been me
And not Your newest angel.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
When I was young,
I knew all the answers.
And now I realize,
I didn't know the questions.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC
The echo of my footsteps
As I walk past the porch,
The creaking of the rocker
As the breeze gives it a life.
Tell me a story cvhair,
Of all that you have seen:
Boys and girls on their bikes,
An old man and his walker.
Up a tree runs a cat,
Chased by Tommy's dog.
She rocks and has a smile
As neighbors go by and wave.
She sits in her rocker and
Watches she roses bloom.
Someday I will stop my walk
And take a minute to visit with her.
Today as I take my walk
I will stop and say hello.
There's the echo of my footsteps
As I pass her empty chair.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 11:04 AM UTC
By the side of the road
There stood an old house,
It's windows were shuttered
A rusty old car in the yard.
It's been how many years
Since this was a home?
Where once stood a fireplace
Now sits a pile of stones.
Rain through the roof,
Wind through the walls.
A lifeless cold building
Where once there was warm.
If you listen in the twilight
You can hear the children call.
Chasing lighting bugs and
Calling Ally,Ally All in free.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
Here I am, it is 2am,
Sitting at my counter.
What did I do today?
What will I do tomorrow?
The cats and dogs,
Dreaming animal dreams.
I wonder what
They dream about.
My mind is free to wander,
Nothing to hold it down.
What do I really want to do?
I will listen to the quiet.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
A walk in the garden
Your warm hand in mine.
The sound of silence
Fills the air.
Listen, can you hear it?
A butterfly tiptoes across a rose petal.
A breeze carries a babies cry,
This is God talking to us.
Can you feel the warm
Upon your cheeks?
God loves you, and His Son
Is giving you a kiss.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
I saw the soldiers
Marching off to war.
Lean, strong and hard
Like young lions.
I went to a mirror and there,
I saw a grey haired, over weight old man.
How did this come to be?
What happen I ask myself.
Then I closed my eyes,
And listened to the band.
Here they came,
The young men off to war.
And there in their midst
I saw myself again,
Marching with my men.
And we were all so young.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC
The evening twilight covers us,
The scent of Lilacs wisp the air,
A sensuous musky aroma
Draws me to a beautiful woman.
Her taught golden body calls.
Flowing silken hair, like sun rays,
I can not disturb her
As I tiptoe to her side.
The warmth of her hand
As she caresses my cheek.
The flame inside of me
As I wrap my arms around her.
My fingers, softly and with feeling
Lead my hand down to her hips,
As her hands firmly and surely
Pull my face to her lips.
A flash, a spark of flame
From my lips to my toes.
And my blood boils and steams
As the passion fills my soul.
Her waist so firm but yielding
As I pull her cvlose to me.
I kiss her damp neck as
My hands slide up her back.
A caress against her skin,
But not to hug too hard.
This hot luscious body
Wrapped in my arms.
Her musky scent fills me
As my lips touch her neck.
Slowly going around and down
To her moist trembling breast.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
A mist fills my mind.
The smoke of a dream,
As she walks and talks
And gives me her hand.
A dream that feels real,
But we know better.
A dream carries you off
But you always come home.
You grasp to hold on
But too tightly and
The dream, like smoke,
Vanishes into the air.
Then you sit and stare,
Will the dream reappear?
It will not come back
But it is always right there.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC