Remember something that ties,
Something that holds
Holds the stilled face
In the cavernous heart,
Like a shirt worn
In a way that it tore
Itself into your mind,
Because they cannot see
Time and the finite body
Cannot contain the soul,
But remember the spirit
Of the displays through flesh,
Because the infernal
Tear that burns
Upon dying cheeks whom
Utter hate and love
With last breaths at the same
Time joy and sorrow complete
Then whispered life,
They cannot wear another
Sleave, adjust another collar,
Wear that shirt in a certain way,

Because the body
Is only action
In a windfall,
And every one grows apart
To syncing the mad pace
Toward death,
Because the earth swallows
All,
Please, please remember
Something that ties,
A memory's drift
The eye of invisible winds.

The women stilled
In a shopping mall when
A sale made them go
As far away home,
     They mutter at the dresses
And cannot decide where
Green sweat earned
Will go,
And a closet abyss will ****
It out of existence, where.the day went, a husband wonders
About the next day.

Horrors of the sick,
Like duck soup
With water from its pond,
A singular observation
From a man stolen,
A woman under no
Man.

Scorched earth
And the beams are in my eyes,
The light pulling it's warmth
Through my window
Like a coffin rectangle
And the chirping knocks
The vibes from an otherwise
Melancholy that makes
Me want to avenge my
Mother's death,

The early birds
Eaten by worms in the soiled
Veil of the repeat,
Slowly getting the point
Of no return and the ladies
Power walking to hell,
I pull the shades on the day
For a solitary confinement
And that's OK with me,
Cuz tomorrow,
Today,
Everyday the sun,
Lights blindingly.

You never know the curves life throws
Until the day you have a child
Soon to realize in the quickest of time
Beyond a shadow of a doubt

That you have found your purpose
While they've yet to find theirs out
So right there and then you begin to pray for them
All that heaven will allow

Carrying them through childhood to youth
A praying father on his knees
Teaching them right to love God, country, and life
And all things in-between

Preparing them for the struggles
Not knowing God was preparing you
For the battle soon to begin in Afghanistan
That you and your son would be going through

As he was destined to join the Army
Born a faithful servant through and through
With a love for the joy of freedom
And a beacon for that truth

Shipped off at a tender young age
Relying on the strength of God's love
Once a child in your hands now a young man
Proud of the solider he has become

You tell him to write his mother
As you wipe a tear and give him a hug
There is no love any stronger
Than that between a father and son

Back home you prepare for the battle
You wish you did not have to fight
As you pray without ceasing, prayers ever reaching
From daylight to night back to dawn's early light

You know God hears the prayers of his people
Still you have no earthly idea
The legions of angels God sends to protect your son and his friends
Where under His wings they're safely kept

To be soon brought back home beat down and worn
But thank you Lord still in one piece
All for God, country, and freedom
All for a world that's in need

You never do know the curves life throws
So it's best that you're always prepared
And how you do that is lay it all in God's lap
Giving it all up to him in prayer

we go now
to the place
of  solemnity
all three
of us
together

we go
to place
memories
wrapped in
flower petals
on the doorstep
of your afterhouse

we talk
in hushed tones
to the motes
of dust that
sparkle in
the sunlight
hoping they
will carry
our news
to you

we water
the grass
that covers
your afterhouse
with salted tears
hoping they will
carry our love to
your landlocked bones

we hold hands
believing that
you see our
togetherness
and take solace
in it...

we go back
to the everyday
leaving you behind
with these little
particles of ourseleves
called sorrow

they are your substance
until next we come