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Randall Smith Oct 2013
The memories are closing in
I fear there's no escape.
The things I said and things I did
Follow me like a shadow.

A curt remark a smart retort
I thought I was so clever.
How many did I hurt
While thinking of myself?

Never look back to what you did,
Tomorrow is all that matters.
Hurt feelings, broken hearts, no problem,
I have myself to think of.

The years have passed me by
I've grown and put ego aside.
Now how do I apologize
For the pain I left behind?
Randall Smith Oct 2013
The breeze moves gently
Through the grass
Disturbing not a blade.

The only sounds
Besides the sobs are
The sounds of butterflys.

I listen closely,
I hear a dew drop
Fall lightly to the ground.

Where is the thunder?
The sound of dying men?
I hear the sound of quite.
Randall Smith Dec 2012
Send me your sons
And ask not why.
Give them a hug
And say goodbye.

It isn't a war,
It's just good will
We will take your sons
And teach them to ****.

It isn's a war
It's just good will.
Explain that to  a mother,
See how she fills

What happened to Teddy
And Tommy and Mike.
Little boys playing
And riding their bikes.

Freckles and ice cream
First car and first date.
She looks out the window
And worries, he's late.

A chill passes over,
She awakes from a sleep.
Something is wrong
She can feel it so deep.

The chaplin is here
He knows what to say.
It's just a job
He does every day.

No tears from the chaplin
He does this so often.
Your son's coming home
In a flag covered coffin.
Randall Smith Dec 2012
Today I feel like writing,
No pen, no quill, no ink.
Today I will write with color,
I will need a palate.

Let's use some bright blue,
Let the sky fill our sould.
Umber, no, use light brown
Make it smell of fresh earth.

Will need some pink for the
Ballerinas dancing in my mind.
And don't forget the yellow,
Daffodils make me happy.

In the sky a spot of orange
A balloon floating to heaven.
A rich, rich green to
Make you smell the trees.

Put your fingers in the paint,
Joing the fun, spread it around.

What color are you today?
Randall Smith Dec 2012
Exit Hero's
1968

We entered a village today,
Our weapons spitting fire.
There was no one to meet us
  No one to share our ire.

So we burnt it to the ground.

Exit Hero's
Randall Smith Dec 2012
I looked into the darkness
  And they were there
Some were barely twenty
  A few a little more.

They did not move,
They were dead.

And the war went on without them.

Back into the jungle
Like deadly ghost we went.
I looked behind me,
They did not follow

They did not move
They were dead.

And the war went on without them.

A flash of fire, a terrible pain
  I cry out to my mother.
Wait for me I cried
But no one heard.

I did not move
I was dead.

And the war went on without me.

— The End —