I remember sitting
around the tracks
with my comrades.
We were in rolling fields of clover
back then.
The doves that flew above us
had no clue
about our firepower.
We had .50 cals
and we picked our teeth
with splintered bone fragments.
To think
we even had the time
to smoke and joke
about our ridiculous nicknames
brings a smile
to my weathered-fface.
Moose was toothless,
lost them
to some drunk civilians
in a bar fight.
Wagner, the skinny one,
always cracked me up.
I miss McMinn's toothy-grin
and the way French
always wanted out,
constantly feighning his gayness.
Radosavich loved his rock and roll
and Flint sparkled from his hole
carved into the hillside.
Moore had chicks galore
and McLemore got his
divorce papers by airmail.
He went eerily silent
while Top barked ******* for us to do.
The Man was clueless,
but we protected his ***
anyways.
We had bills to pay.
I really miss those *******.
They were the best friends that ever were.

I live inside my head
as much as I can.
As it seems to be,
to be
the only safe place
these days.

I don't care about my reputation.
I am who I am.
And I don't hide to cover my pain,
I can tell you all about.
I've been to places and seen things
most people wouldn't believe.
But I know
that doesn't make me any better
than anyone else.
It just makes me more gracious.
I love the human soul
and I adore real angels
and I can't help it
when someone sweet
comes around,
I want to hold onto them forever,
because I know forever
is a ******* fairy tale.

Because of my past
Is why I am this way

Because of my past
I expect these things

Because of my past
These are the things i know

Because of my past
This is who i am

Really

Why does one only dwell on the hard times and forget the good
Why does one not focus on being proactive instead of reactive

The past is the past
If you dwell on the past
You will never change

Change your sights and
Come to Terms

Awaking in the dawn
Asking for a new life
As I wipe the tears from my eyes

Our life of youth is now behind us
The real special times of my life

When responsibilities were simple
To cut the grass
Put out the trash
Go to school
Do my home work

Where games were fun
Sleepovers and board games
Hide and seek, your it
Street football
Tackle the man with the ball

A fight because 2 of us got mad
Was only to fight your best friend
A neighborhood brawl with the next block
fist only

When getting in trouble was for
Not being home when the street lights went out
Skipping school and getting caught
Out of mom's screaming voice when she wanted you

punishment
A belt or a paddle
from mom, your teaches or
your friends parents
A go to your room, no TV

Our secrets were kept
Our hidden tree house with a rope swing
Our secret hiding spots
The girls we liked

Adventure were scary
Opening old coffins in the crematory
Catching snakes
Trapping whatever
Camping in the woods

When you got nervous was from
Playing seven minutes in heaven
Kissing your first girl
Friends picking on you

excitement was a trip
Holidays from school
Christmas
Thanksgiving
Easter
New years & the 4th of July, fireworks
And the next dad collecting what didn't go off
Lets not forget the ice cream truck

Some of our mischievous ways
Throwing water balloons at stranger  
Making tennis ball grenade launchers
Running in the fog behind the mosquito truck

to make a buck
was to cut grass
get a paper route
sell anything

I could go own but I'm sure you get the point
Our generation is gone and the youth will never know

Now it's high tech and everything is a crime
Kid's stay in the house playing video games