I would pretend not to care, because it kept you right here.
But now i know, that action is sad. Wearing a mask of ignorance, that blinds all i see. Deafen myself to the world around me. A shattered up heart, ripping apart, with every trail of light that passes the mark. Rip off the mask and now i can see, just how toxic the world, and you, are to me.

Welcoming, and humbling, what do i see?

A lovely lady, who needs more than me.

Leave me in the morning, I'm all right, for I will be alone tonight.  

With my thoughts, in my room, used to think i needed you.

But was I right? time will reveal within it self.

A Story From Nam

We were seventeen or eighteen in Nam
we became friends forever.
No more than friends.
Soldiers get closer than wives.
We went to sleep saying
I love you man.
We switched letters
For our girlfriends.
In case… well just in case.

The bullets rained
in the clearing that night.
I can still see the tracer lights.
Guys fell down all around me.
Crying everywhere.
Air power cleared them away.

I looked for Joe he was lay there.
I held him close
like a baby as he left us.
His last words
I love you man.
I whispered to him
Not as much
as I love you Man
.
I did not notice I had been hit.
After six months I returned home.
In West Virginia his beautiful girl
Opened the door of a small trailer.
She had a baby boy in her arms.
Her blue eyes welled with tears.
I passed the unopened letter to her.
I lied and said the blood
on it was mine.

She passed the baby
to me to hold
As she read the letter.
I kissed his tiny forehead.
And said see buddy
You’re not dead at all
I love you Man.

Time, is gone, it never comes back, flies right past and knocks you on your ***, as you recover it flies by again, a vicious cycle that never ends. Falling and falling until we are dead.