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"madsen" poems
Father- You were so many icons: The Chief to me. My ***** Harry. The Chris to my Gordie. An Alexander Supertramp. The Rick of Casablanca. Father- You were so many nouns: Protector, Guardian, Hero, Breadwinner, Rapscallion. Father- You were so many adjectives: Funny, Caring, Interesting, Strong, Adventurous. Father- You were my biggest downfall: Five times I’ve seen you cry. For me, always baseball games. Three school events attended. Too many addictions. One ruined childhood. Father- You were so many villains: Jack, the dull boy. Gollum, with your own Precious materials. Michael Madsen, every time. Keyser Soze. The ego of Marsellus Wallace. Father- You were so many roles: Liar, Gambler, Alcoholic, Promise-Breaker, Black hole. Father- You were so many problems: Unreliable, Restless, Invisible, Hopeless, Cold. Father- I am what you made me. I am evil and broken. I am cold and emotionless. I am restless and relentless. I am insane and dark. I am conflicted and confused. Father- I am everything you aren’t. I am everything you are. I am nothing good. I am nothing inside. I am a part of you. I am because of you. Father. I wouldn’t be without you. But I would have been better off.
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Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC
I am what you are.
to those that I've known to those that I've never met your always remembered and never forgotten one day when my bones turn to ash and when my spirit has left this world may we drink a pint and remember all that we given to protect may we toast to freedom and the lives we saved while the world remembers that we made the sacrifice we went like warriors til the very ****** end fighting til our strength sapped from our bones but our love for our country endures beyond what we've left Rick Madsen - 09/03/08 Brandon Silk - 06/21/10 Josh Powell - 09/21/10 May you fly on the wings of angels and dine with the best of men Always Remembered Never Forgotten
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Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 12:13 AM UTC
Memorial
Living if  you call it living vicariously through you a passenger on  every trip where you always drove
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Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 10:13 AM UTC
Michael Madsen