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We all have memories
and they all seem to fade
a grinning face, a flashback
sleep is the resort where we can't evade

I begin to dream, and my mind begins to wander
hands buried in my face
sitting alone in a corner

Thinking of when we were together
when it was just you and me
kept my heart closed
but my eyes open to see

You meant a lot to me
every nickel and dime
now you're just a memory
wishing to turn back time.

Sing me to sleep
With this soft lullaby.

Wash away my fears
With your kind heart.
Stand by me
With your unfading loyalty.
Remind me of our memories
With your steady breath.
Take me far away
With your endearing imagination.
Help me let go
With your will to live on.

Sing me to sleep
With this soft lullaby.
The clouds wander on the placid water plane,
Fallen dark angels, trapped in cold flat surface,
Surreal, above the slow swimming fish in the depth

My urge to wade in and stand knee-deep
Will now smash water's fragile memory
Of sun blazed cold clouds in to smithereens

The fish, unaware of all this
And an intimacy that goes beyond
Many incarnations, would tickle
Me from toe to knee, nibble till it bleeds.

Water, a memory beyond birth,
My momentary refuge, sin and redemption.
Pain that binds me with life's incessant
Yearning to go back to elements.

It's in blue water, watching her in full bloom,
Swim in exuberant mirth, I spilled my wild seeds.
And once, the ashes of my father's mortal remains
Went gently in to water, to be one with mother earth.

**Water, beginning and the end, my forgiving
Mother, waiting with stretched hands at both ends.
Featured poem, Asiawrites.org  April 28, 2011
was it the thread around my finger
that cut too deep
leaving a small ring shaped scar
in place of slight hope
every thought carved intricately
into my brain
the ink spread out and into whom
it once was
now dancing before my eyes again
a smoky figure
of something that used to be love
but ceased existence
the light that illuminated from ahead
has set behind
so all that was known and cherished
is vague and black
The cicatrise of damage
Slowly softened
Worn smooth
By wind and weather
Water and tenderness maybe
Was once raw red and obvious
Now blended
Into your skin map
Your patchwork of encounters
With knife, heat and gravity

Some strange nobility
And ownership imparted
Not in your DNA
Inherited
Or chosen
But somehow valued
Like an old photograph
A Braille memory
Absentmindedly revisited
With evocative touch
I wanted to write a poem about the joys simple things. But I’ve lost the meaning of them since I’ve been away it seems. For many years I’ve served duty tours, it’s just the life that I have lived. So I write poems of war and of warriors and death; sometimes it’s all I have left to give.

I picked my brain for images of candlelight picnics on sandy beaches, but I opened the basket looking for ammo to load in my weapon breaches. Oiling my guns may not be romantic, or when I lace my boots up tight, but you can bet your **** it comes in handy when you’re caught in a fire fight.

I tried concentrating as hard as I could, trying to envision more peaceful things. Instead I was reminded of Black Hawks with M240-Bravos in weapon slings. It seems I can’t be normal or think like a normal human being, I’ve been battle hardened inside my soul and this is part of what it brings.

PTSD is what they call it, they say I need some aid, but it just feels like second nature, pulling the pins and throwing grenades.  I’ll go home one day and I’ll look the same because my wife can’t see my scars, I’ve hid them all inside myself and that’s what makes this hard.

They tell me I’ve been lucky, I didn’t get a single injury. But the damage was done inside of me and that’s what they don’t see. So I’ll go home a “lucky one” and act like I am fine, and live my days pretending, while keeping this war trapped in my mind.
I don't actually have this but I know people who do.....now where are my bullets?.....
I know you look at everyone that way
But I felt like your gaze was for me
That gorgeous smile, quite infectious
Was not for only me
Those poetic thoughts, inquisitive notions
Poetry written, my head was in slow motion
Time felt slower with you around
As I felt my cheeks flush and my lovely heart pound
You gave me honesty, when you spoke of the
Intense feelings of love you hadn't for me
But for a girl, quite undeserving
She lacks that
Iridescence you harness
Your romantic spirit, view of life
Still even a remnant of our 'significant' moments
Brings my heart aflutter
And my soul to a pause
Never before has one look stopped my tracks
But your does that, and so much more
You fail to recognize, that love struck look within my eyes
My shaking hands, my voice trembling
These feelings I haven't a problem remembering
As smart as you appear to be
You're just daft when it comes to your simplistic feelings towards me
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