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  May 2015 Jason Cole
SøułSurvivør
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mist
separates
the
fabric
of
sky
and
sea

gulls
stitch
them
­together
again


soulsurvivor
(c) 5/24/2015
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  May 2015 Jason Cole
GaryFairy
always climbing up that hill
trying to hide from the devil
now i am losing that climbing will
under ground, it's always level

(walked the weeping sands
of seven lonely seasons
my conscience seared in strands
by full-level demons)

always running from that flame
trying to hide from the fire
constant climbing, in God's name
the flames keep getting higher
Big thanks to Jason, for helping me finish this piece.
  May 2015 Jason Cole
SE Reimer
Army, Navy, Air Force, Marine,
Air, space, land and sea;
Sailor, Corpman, Airman, Soldier,
Pilot, Ranger, Medic, SEAL,
or Merchant Mariner;
Barbary, 1812, American Revolution,
Civil, Spanish, Texan and Mexican,
WWI, WWII, 
Korea, Vietnam, 
Gulf, Iraq and Afghanistan.

Khaki, green, white and blue,
Ship, tank, plane... all boots.
Knife, pistol, bomb or rifle, 
Weapon, bandage, or Bible instead,
Each one’s veins filled with red.

Hostage rescue, protect and shield,
Capture, conquer, overcome, never yield;
Freedom, heartbreak, loss and grief,
Foreign, home, border, sky,
Ocean, desert, mountain, plain,
Water side, hillside, bedside, grave.

Parent, child, father, mother,
Auntie, uncle, niece or nephew,
Sister, brother, spouse and lover.
May your sweat on furtive brow,
Rouse our tribute, take knee and bow.
Buried, missing... wounded all,
Respect, endure, honor, release,
Forever may you rest in peace.

To each of you
Who’s paid a price,
With years, with limb, 
With blood, with life,
For each of these, 
Oh, warrior ferocious,
Wrapped around 
A heart that’s precious;
My voice it sings,
Let freedom ring;
My heart, it bleeds, 
My eyes, they weep;
My hand, it rises in salute;
And my soul is filled 
This day for you
With pride that swells,
With love that beats,
A song of deepest, 
Heartfelt 
Gratitude!


**Oh Warrior, you this day I salute!!!
Post Script:

In tribute to: 
- The 238th birthday of our United State Marines Corp
- Each veteran on this Veteran’s Day, here now and those no longer with us
- To a son who serves today, protecting combat skies

This country has fought in many wars. I mean no slight, or disrespect in any omission whatsoever, whether in field, unit, uniform or war (giving highlight to major US conflicts only).  Each of us knows, deep in our hearts, that not all wars are just (read St. Augustine and St. Aquinas’ Just War concept here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Just_war_theory ) and not all wars bind us together, but on this I hope and pray we can agree... the men, the women trained and sent are deserving of tribute, having given everything.
For, “greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.”  

This write then doesn’t pay tribute to war, to their command
nor the reasons for each one, be they righteous or no;
it pays tribute only to each military man and woman,
their heart and their soul!

at the suggest of fellow poet, Wonderman Poetry, i have updated this write to include the Merchant Marine corp, an entity i was previously aware of in name only, but after some quick reading here, have learned a thing a two and must concur with my fellow poet. thank you, my good sir for your suggestion!
~~
All had been removed
one by one
Take all!
But do not take away this little light
Open the window
Let the wind come

I will not protest any day
will not say against you
Even when I got empty I do not want to
Those yellow crops,
Fertile barren fields
all yours

Do not want to
Never ask you for anything expensive

But in return
I want to see those yellow marigolds,
The silver moonlit of the lonely moon
And a newly bloomed red rose,
The aroma of gardenia in the air
For my awaiting beloved,
So Let the wind come

I'll give you more!
The Hidden gold pitcher of my grandma,
The Saved Silver coin of my ancestor,
Gold, precious locket,
Antics-
The Diamond Crown
– All -

But want to return
My beloved's smile which has taken from
The golden shining day where I had left her
The very Sweet Southern wind where my Spring plays
My lost grasshopper

Lost love Song
My mother's simple smile,
The paper boats of my springtime,
My grandma's fairytale
And a piece of open sky where I take a little breath

Where my kites of dreams fly
Dances with Seven colors of love
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
  May 2015 Jason Cole
Mercurychyld
Only you can translate
where you are
on your voyage through
this varied farce
called “life”.

No one else can dictate
to you…
or should even dare…
how to phrase
your feelings,
your thoughts,
your personal moments.

Who is anyone to
cause another to feel
inept or inferior
for wording their
experiences as they will?

We are all both
audience and poet,
consumed by the
powerful spell of words
and meaning
we are bonded
in ink.

It takes gumption
and courage
to give voice to
your vision of
the world.

It often requires
resilience and nerve
to open your heart
and peel back the
layers of skin,
and let others take
a long look at the
inner workings of YOU.

Be brave,
take courage,
let your soul speak
in its very own
language.

People will read
your words and
listen to the sweet
whispers
and thunderous shouts
that flow from pens
and keys
to release the
inner demons and angels
and the lyrical
vines that bloom and live
in our individual
landscapes,

fluidly coursing from
our own rabbit holes
with fortitude and grace
and our neverlands,
where we need never
grow up,

to share with those
that need to see
and hear and feel
and wonder.


-by Mercurychyld
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  May 2015 Jason Cole
AK Bright
where boys become men
and men become memories
...freedom's cost
grateful to the men, women, and families who sacrifice so much to make other's lives so much better. Thank you!
  May 2015 Jason Cole
GaryFairy
when the sun aligns with your skin
and your eyes align with mine
when my heart has a total eclipse
the atmosphere sends a sign
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