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 Nov 2014 Path Humble
r
the corps
 Nov 2014 Path Humble
r
Ain't no reason
or particular season
to the rhyme...
but my head is heavy-
and my heart is rotten
to the core.

There's holes in my pages
where there once were words-
the book worms got 'em
and left me empty...

I asked ***** Joe for a light,
but his flint wore out
on the road into Fallujah.
Now he's rotten to the corps-
he can't hear us anymore...
a secret, silent sentry.

r ~ 8/22/14
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|    Fallujah
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 Oct 2014 Path Humble
r
we see the smoke
and hear the drums -

it gets old - the news
of war - no more glory

-  the dead are dying
old and young

- we see the smoke
and hear the drums -

living in our rooms
above the fray -

we turn away
like yesterday -

we see the smoke
and hear the drums -

another day.

r ~ 10/17/14
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   |     neverendingwar
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 Aug 2014 Path Humble
betterdays
stuck in neutral,
me,
not a car.
sitting in front of the tv,
mouth slightly open
like a... yokel
absently patting,
my child's back
staring at
bright, happy figures
on the tv.
my one true thought is ... nope, nada
nothing there!!
no wise,
no funny,
no comfort,
no smartarse
or wisecrack.
all called in absent,
today
i sit
in front of the tv,
coffee drool
forming, at the corner,
where my lips,
don't quite meet.
yokel.
idling,
stuck in neutral,
idling.
still haven't got into gear.
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