We **** the enemy
a governed philosophy
an unseen soldier

What little of you, bound by sacred oaths — we find two
spirits, familiar with the gales that lift us toward our
aspirations.

Do we not yearn for shared laughter, as the key for
equal peace?

This laughing note to our mutual harmony?

A melody of joy that ought to resonate, yet is drowned out
by the cacophony of man's war cries, throwing us off our
intended pitch.

Where have the noble minstrels gone, strumming a melody
to caress our beat souls—to exquisite listeners?

While the architects of unjust conflicts gaze down upon the
turmoil, their hearts untouched, as everything we cherish
slips away into the chasm.

He walked into a calmer place,
Away from smoke around his face,
Into eyes of those with wings of grace,
As the dead look on from outer space.

As though it seemed that it was time,
Time to run and time to hide,
Inside his heart he knew he’d stay,
A living amongst not; a needle in hay.


Clouds of dust remind him of those,
Those people who’s sacrifice
they had not chose,
The moon is bright
and the night it glows,
Their crimson blood forever cold.
Deceived by men with hearts of coal,
Without a care for the lives they stole.

So there he lays to rest his brain,
Under corpses of comrades through the heavy rain,
Their faces were frozen in fear and pain,
Had they really all gave their souls in vain?
His wounds meant that this would be his grave,
Is this what it really means to be brave?

A forgotten world,
A nameless place,
The wind murmuring forgotten words,
Time refusing to move on.

A promised land,
Now a grave,
Let me bask under your star-filled sky one last time,
Let me breathe your poisoned air,
Addictive and suffocating,
Burning my eyes,
Making my skin tingle,
Spreading like wildfire.
Let me fall,
Like an unknown warrior
On your tender ground,
Drowning into nothingness,
Between the borders of death and life,
A haven of lost dreams,
A universe of forgotten whispers.

Wars are often fought in the name of justice,
but they are all waged to secure economic resources, and to give some internal worth to the crusading narcissist.

We're eating the meat

of nameless animals still --


unknown to Noah.

King David’s bard once sang about
ceaseless cycles of the tides,
a time to hope and time for doubt
as we the cresting waves must ride.

Once trusted boatsmen stopped to ford
the deep oceans that divide
and swung their oars in wrath’s discord
to scorch with flames of pride:

I walked across an iron bridge
that had once been made a wall.
Not so far back was it the edge
of two worlds to rivals called.

The warhawks of those bitter days
that swung hard over seas of steel
returned to their unspoiled state
of ivory doves whose touch can heal.

Some doves now blacken in their dirge,
their talons whetted for the **** —
it’s worth recalling when this bridge
its joining purpose re-fulfilled.

Fell waves will crest and seas will smooth,
our tossed ark will come to rest
upon a place where psalms will soothe
us where we by doves are blessed.

Will, after the war,

our hearts still be awaiting --


us at home, sweet home?

We ran
From something
Unseen. We were
Two, a man and a woman  

River flowed red
He is steel. And her tears
Bullets. We are
Bayonets and gun barrels  

The earth flourished
With steel, straight statues
Of trees and undergrowth
A perennial memorial  

Buried, we were
Under the earth
Meant to last forever
Meant to simply be  

Red silence
Enveloped the world
My brothers...
Glided between the trees  

Creatures joined
Those of all kinds, prowl
Across the land
Around their brothers  

The earth split
We are the valleys. Gashes
Along the veins of the earth
Runs red like streams and fountains  

Wounds dried and flaking
Freely beasts roamed
Lands demarcated
Trampled, trodden  

We are echoes
Within the canyons. We stalk
Like spirits, like steel
Behind fervor, behind craze  

They lost
Time was forgotten
Time was reclaimed
Remade  

We do not know time
We do not sow
We do not reap
We do not see
We do not hear  

The world is never silent
But the underground is  

How would you feel
If you knew that
The world was hollow
Held up by rifles...