A Soldier’s Eyes

A Soldier’s eyes never stop seeing, The miles behind him, The miles yet to come, The milestones he’s never celebrated, A Soldier’s eyes never stops seeing, The tears from their mothers, The backs of their fathers, The countryman they forgot, A Soldier’s eyes never stops seeing, The straining scowl of his brow, The fading glint…

I am a Sergeant

This is one of my first poems when I was just starting out. I like this one. I was pretty mad at some of the new Soldiers and all of their bitching and complaining. I just kind of had enough of it and wrote this poem. I hope you like it. When I say I…

Ripples

This one is short and sweet. The story behind this is mine alone, but I hope you like the poem. Your final tear, Sent ripples, Across miles of calm waters, I can no longer see, My reflection, I still hope the waters calm,

Freedom

What does it mean to be free? Free from your thoughts, And the horrors they bring. Free to close my eyes and roam the night, Without the creatures that lurk in the dark. I once hunted that which now haunts me, I once taught those that now live in my soul, I once cared for…

In Service of Others

In service of others, I was raised; never do for you, always better to give then to receive. Honor your mother and father; protect your brothers and sisters. Be kind to those who deserve it; be just to those in whom you serve. Punish all who violate, murder, rape, or steal. Show love and compassion…

If Whisky

If whisky is the highway to a man’s heart, Why do I feel so alone? Minus the ghosts in the house, The mouse that creeps around at night, And my two dogs that sleep all day. If whisky is the highway to a man’s heart, Why does this highway feel so empty? No joy, no…

Live enough for today

I had the perfect Sunday. I mean perfect perfect perfect. An insanely hard yoga class (the kind that makes me wonder if the teacher is trying to kill me), a long lone grocery store wandering (where I ran into a lovely old friend) from which I returned with 10 beautiful tomatoes per the instructions of my……

Ideology

*Hint* Push Play and Read #MusicNWords I’ve contemplated the theory of flight many times before, Icarus, How would it feel to feel the air beneath my wax wings? A dauntless thought with a sudden stop, I’ve envisioned a water tank, the great escape, Houdini, The need to appease, only to be forgotten, A valiant attempt…