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 Oct 2014 Auss
Nomad
Forever Home
 Oct 2014 Auss
Nomad
Forever home, this is where they shall stay,
for they have earned it, every little bit of rest,
from now until the Rapture's Day.

Sixteen years, they have waited, to find their purpose,
a higher calling, than themselves
a goal worth proving, to succeed or else.

They were not brainwashed,
they were not manipulated by government, nor subtle hints,
nor were they under the influence,
of any kind of notorious and idiotic advisement.

They chose this route,
the route tougher than nails,
and hotter than Hell itself.

The way of the warrior.

To fight and defend,
to see victory as another day to live,
to assure freedom, shall never bend.

They who fought, with each breath,
hot and heavy bead of sweat,
gritted and ground teeth,
every broken and discolored nail.
They stood ready.
They stood.
They held their ground.
Securing our flanks, so that our enemy could not surround.

Now they rest,
as they well should,
if only they were treated the utmost respect,
as all man could.

Westburro Baptist Church, one of several protestors
against our dead, could you not leave us alone,
to our own morning instead?

You're arrogance has become your undoing,
it will be your end that the end of days shall be cluing!

Rest easy, warrior, as your brothers stand united,
rolling thunder, coming through,
rest easy, in the cool soft earth, dug out...just for you.

Rest easy, warrior, heart of the brave.
You have won the battle, and into an early grave.

You who gave all, we salute you once more,
we'll hear you laughing, as you toss the devils in Hell,
but we all know, you're just keeping safe,
our Heaven's door.

Now rest easy, At Ease, Marine, Poolie, Army, Navy, Airforce, and All.
You have given your answer to a crying call.

Rest easy, oh friend of mine, as I let the rainfall this sunny day,
rest easy, rest, as you may.

For you are now, forever home,
forever care-free, of being rich or poor,
forever resting,
forever more.

Oorah.
A major Salute to those who serve, and continue to serve in any branch of the military. There's never a day NOT to thank them of their service. From the lowliest poolie to the highest of generals.
 Oct 2014 Auss
Essa Freedom
Today I talked to you
Yesterday I thought you we like all the rest
Today I learned the truth
Yesterday I thought only lies
Today you told me I love you
Yesterday I said it to you
 Oct 2014 Auss
Modern Serenity
Don't take a blade and cut yourself
its not worth the blood or the pain
In the end its just the scars left on your body
and the remainder of the idiot who caused you to do it
STOP SELF HARM! :(
 Oct 2014 Auss
Pax
darkened soul
 Oct 2014 Auss
Pax

In my darkest days, I held you beneath my warmth.
You indulged me with your feverish hunger.
You embraced me with your piercing emotions.
You were immune to my changeable disease.

I came to a realization that you were my muse,
the best rainbow I received……….

You told me that I was part of your soul.
To me you’re the fuel to my rusty engine,
The energy to my thirsty being,
And the light of my darkened soul.


© Pax
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1031383/
 Oct 2014 Auss
Essa Freedom
We live in a Society were everyone tries to be the same
You are ether Cool or Lame
You are Good or Bad
You are Black or White
Well not me!
I'll be Purple
And you can be Red
He can be Green
She can be Blue
Why is it only Black and White?
Why can't we all be Our-self ?
Why can"t we all be Different?
She held the gun
Up to her head
Pulled the trigger
Now she's dead

All around her
Turning red
All because of
What he said

-S.H.
When joy was all she wanted
When death was all she asked for
Life became a punishment
Living it became a war

The days turned into months
The months turned into years
Once denial faded
She had to face her fears

And with each passing day
She'd try to find a way
But with each passing day
She'd only fade away

-S.H.
This was written during one of my depressive episodes. I felt hopeless and life felt like an endless course of going through the motions.
I lay in his arms
My head on his chest
Alone in his house
We cuddle and rest

He kisses my legs
Soft and slow
Then pulls me in close
Afraid to let go

As his lips leave my mouth
I whisper "I'm cold"
He wraps my legs around his waist
Two bodies, one mold

-S.H.
This piece is about an intimate, passionate relationship I had with a past boyfriend.
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