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Against Dark Times
Once
there was rage
and I stood
weapon held high
raging
against a blood red sky
against god
and all the teachings
of love and
that dead dream.
dead amidst the stench
of napalm burning
friendly flesh.....
nap fire
sent from above.
and while raging
heard
a soft whispering
deep
into the sob of my broken
heart!
"stand soldier......
stand
for something larger than yourself!
and
thus
you will learn the meaning
of the Cross!
and of Love
that can never
ever
Die!"
By Caliber
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...And you did not know him
He was my brother
in Arms
in a war far away
from any real
knowing.
...and he came home alone
lived alone
a quiet man full of tears
for those gone
fallen soldiers
forgotten!
and he never forgot them
the blood memories
of death
and the whisperings of war
in the silence of night
always lost
to the dreaming
sudden waking
the fright.
....and he grew old
grew weary
drove his truck beneath midnight
toward a full moon
bright
high above a wild river
left no message
no sorrow
just went toward the light
walked over the edge and
rejoined the fight!
By Caliber |
Soundless Music
The ancient Bards were warriors,
yet all warriors were not Bards;
...and so on goes the mystery
time unto time.
We learn so slowly,
how difficult to write,
to draw,
to paint upon the invisible canvas
of deep memory.
To hear the message from afar
...of soundless music.
It is not that we should
have a new vision.
Rather,
we must see with new EYES!
By Caliber
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