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WARNING: this one is inspired by stories from victims of WW2 and the Holocaust, so it's a little gory.
We know freedom
Like the cockroach knows freedom:
Raw, trembling freedom.
Today is May the 25th and it's Memorial Day.We're paying tribute to those who fought and died for the USA.Many brave soldiers gave their lives.We're paying tribute to the ones who didn't survive.
WHAT WILL BE THE BEST KIND OF LOVE ?
A WIFE RECOLLECTING THE BEST MEMORIES FROM THE VERY LAST AND LIVELY LONG DRIVE WITH HER HUSBAND
look
what can you see?
these men shooting at me
and us shooting at them
on both sides we are dying
oh look, i’m shot at
i’m bleeding and calling
for my mommy
lying on my side
I've risen up from the bottom
I’ve free fallen from the top
I'm down to earth
But the free fall never stopped
I was eventually battered by the waves
You are the ones,
Who defend.
You are the ones,
Who protect.
Be honored,
Young or old.
No matter what war,
For you, we respect.
#Day2 - August 2017
Love shot down like a thug on the street..
Heart shattered like broken glass on a beat..
Sound waves rumbling through my head like a stampede..
My dear little flower,
Bloom, keep on blooming,
And never stop.
For the rain will flood.
For the wind will break.
For the earth will crumble.
For the clouds will darken.
For the fire will burn.
From then to today
the flag that stood so tall in the sky, held by the weight of more than just the soldiers that grasped it
the soldiers that fought so hard, so much
A walk through Washington D.C. would be incomplete
Without a stop at a trickling fountain -
The object of a thousand dreams
And pennies flicked up high,
Like the work of our forefathers
tired soldiers
giving up?
it's not over
so keep your chin up
breath deeply;
calm yourself
it's not always easy
make this one count
find peace;
no matter how fleeting
The American Dream
By Ryan G. and Joseph G.
The nation I reside in holds a dream
To live a life of wealth and to prosper
You fight with me
You fight for our land
You fight with we
You fight to stand
Your fight has come
Your fight must be won
You fought for me
You fought for our land
What twists of fate could bind thou here, in a hopeless path of loss
Danger lurks here, to thrive in one’s fears; lost souls listen not to the bells
Oh Say Can You SeeThe faces of manyWho have servedBy The Dawn's Early LightTo the depths of the nightThe ones that continue to work What So Proudly We HailHard-won freedom’s taleAnd those who suffered that griefAt The Twilight’s Last GleamingWith
The bright, yellow paint is chipping.
The ivy vines are climbing the walls.
The war had started and it was abandoned.
Tombs, tombs, thousands of tombs -
As far as the eye can see.
The blood of patriots spilled -
To water Freedom's sacred tree.
How brave they were, O God indeed,
To fight and die for me.
The sky lays low tonight
like a blanket of a flag on a deceased man
eagles fly no more
and the world we once knew
is covered by a blanket
of dew
But that dew isn't water
Words can’t even begin to describe
On account of I ain’t no scribe
But I got say
I hope I make your day
When I tell you the truth
You are a hero to all us youth
Do not fear my dear
for i shall return
to answer your prayers.
Our eternal love.
Do not worry my sweet
your kisses will provide me the
trength I need to return home.
Our eternal love.
Thank you to those who gave me the opportunity the live my life.
To those who sacrificed their lives for the lives for others.
To those who stood up for what they believed in.
To those who knew right from wrong.
Lights sparkling, snow falling.
Family's laughing, cookies baking.
Stories being told, gifts being wrapped.
Socks and slippers.
Chilli and soup.
These are a few of my favorite things.
Superheroes are not those in capes
They are the ones in drapes
Covered in rags
They suffer and have to go day to day
Not knowing if they will live or die
Whether they will eat, drink
"First step's so called education, next we bring assimilation.
We keep you passified so you will follow"
Send out the soldiers & fill up the prisons, Stand in line for superficial pleasures
Your eyes now so rough that were once so soft,
Your hair cut so perfectly short.
In the past we’d see each other often,
But now we see nothing of the sort.
The clothes you wear are different than most,
A haze of smoke hung thick through all the air;
The cries of dying men echoed 'round.
The light from booming cannons showed an eerie glare,
Twisted figures lay strewn upon the ground.
The alleyways are littered with broken bottles
Bleeding amber liquid
A fixer
Another boy pulls the trigger
And paints the dirt with
Something blue
Oh my goodness this gun weighs a ton
Too much weight gave me a strain;
I wonder why I have this gun
At last, we have the enemy on the run
He is an American soldier.
Before he enlisted he was just a boy,
He was undisciplined, scruffy, and a little pudgy.
Before he enlisted he was just a boy,
He had no manners and no respect for authority.
Stressed like a lioness defending her young,
Knowing that in the face of danger she could not turn and run,
So God bless the soldiers, and the heroes they become,
For only in the hearts of them can wars ever be won.
The dirty beasts
Scuttling around
Keeping to the shadows
Trapping
Biting
Saving for later
Waiting
For the opportune moment
To kill.
Fantastic in duty,
Unappreciated by man
Through distant hills that call to me,
Along the forests filled with trees.
Over roaring rivers and crystal seas,
Your voice of laughter floats in the air.
Ooh farewell
Ooh farewell
Sorry to see you go
My hopes where
For you to come home again
Praying for the sun to shine on you
Never to be rained on by falling bullets or falling bombs
Being a father, being a husband, from the other side of the world; though I feel like I am in another world. The moon reminds me she is here with me. The shine flashes her love, keeping me safe as I sleep. Days get longer, go on forever.
Little soldiers fall from the sky;
Trying to capture the world below.
Dressed up in coats of fair color—dive
Down from their ships above—come.
Pouring from ships of light air
Soldier Who
Soldier who trains all day and night
And counts the days until departure
who is conditioned and unyielding
who is a dog tag and bayonet
whose hair is always shaved
Somewhere in the darkness
A former soldier, if such a thing
Woke to glacier sweat sheets around him
A slight girl pressed against his bedside--
You're a note sent from heaven,
To this battle field in hell.
I wish I could kiss you here
and the worries farewell.
Every letter written carefully
By a steady hand in ink.
Calm migraine,
the sweet pounding;
joyfully insane,
tranquil death.
Questions thicken the air,
a warzone.
Up above, down below
a warzone.
The field of grass so fair--,
shut them out, as I suffer to breathe
Where are the words?
Can we talk instead of scream?
My opinion remains unheard
The violent escapade
on the frigid ground, I laid
he charged at me,
Strong enough to stand alone in a blitz
Bombarded...
Deception after deception after deception
It will never stop
It will never seize
It's life's cold hearted tactic made to rid of the weak.
Retirement of the Flag
The flag represents the American Soldier
It flies in the wind as the soldier fights in battles
A veteran stands strong and tall,
They’ve risked their life, their friends, their all.
Some people may not agree with the war
I am just a lowly soldier among the US Army.
I was sent to Vietnam because I had no future.
No plans. No wealth. Hell, I’m just a young boy.
I’m only 17. And mom and dad knew what Vietnam was like.
Miles away from home a soldier lies,He cherishes many hello's, and despites goodbye's.He risks his life, he is willing to die,He does all of this to see that American Flag fly high.What most people do not understand,
If I had known this would be the last time I heard you laugh
If I had know this was the last time I talked with you
I write because the words give me no rest.
They are voices in my mind
and they pester and whine
to be set
free
They are soldiers
waging war
their battle cries both
music and
Soldier
Courageous, Patriotic
Protecting, Saving, Providing
Our country's backbone
Army
" Left, right, left, right."
I feel thats all I know,
"Left, right, left, right."
Can you feel that under your boot? Its the snow.
"Left, right, left, right."
All geared up ready to enter the battle zone.
War; war never changes
People do
When the stakes are high
We must see them through
We are soldiers in our on light
The struggles we face, the wars, the fights
Then why must we fight acknowledging risk
When everything is changing you have nowhere else to run,
You take your pencil and your paper,
Your keyboard and computer,
Your keypad and your phone,
And you write.
You write that letter to your soldier,
The children play with the toy soldiers,
Battling for candy and toys.
They throw around the toy soldiers,
Adding their own background noise.
This was written while I was at basic training for the United States Army.........
It's amazing how the essence of somebodys presence can change you.
And then when your gone without it its amazing how it could offend you.
Occupation: student, Age: 20 years,
3rd Georgia (2nd State Line)
Hair: Auburn, Complexion: florid,
Five feet eleven; blue eyes
The historian’s favor has always been partial
What’s going through there minds right now?
Where are they going?
I’ll never forget there faces…. for now
I know in a few years I will
And yet that doesn’t sadden me,
Although I know it should
Regret is something you feel from experience
It burns through my core from thoughts of the war
I cant take the memories that shatter my dreams anymore
It grips my mind till my body falls to the floor
Time is going by so fast
I’ll have to leave soon
going on my deployment is last
on the list of things I want to do
Promise me my love you won’t forget me?
Brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers,
Blood spilt on foreign soil,
Yet in safety far across the sea,
You mock the sacrifice for liberty.
The season of Autumn was about in the air,
in your soul,
under the skin of the ground it cringed and blew the wind,
swirling the fire leaves everywhere.
Like fireworks in the sky.
They Say
They say we're doing something don't they?
In the news, on the radio
They Say our country needs us
right? right?
I've been dried in a desert of tan
Every soldier knows his name,
Every soldier plays his game.
He walks with them every day,
But he's been know to wink they say.
He is the soldiers constant friend,
Who stands with them until the end.
The sun rose red above the trees
As light spread across the field
Cropping up across the land
The shadows reluctant to yeild
A man stands guard surveying,
Watching out for morning's light,
Angels, as it is said, are here to protect,
To save us from pain, suffering and neglect.
My angels are here, on earth, across the sea,
Fighting for my country, for you and for me.
Stop
Wait
Listen
Did I ever tell you, about the laughing Jester?
The one who lets his jokes fester?
Or the girl with the stars in her eyes
the one who left under October skies?
Raging under a constant turmoil
Dealing with concepts so foreign
What are the Taliban, ak-47s, and fear?
As a child I did not understand these things.
Please Dad, come home.
The tree grew sideways
A bush fluffed out
emerald green and rich brown
Flowers stemmed beneath them
and grass grew unrestrained.
Rich fragrance and vibrant nature
should have filled his senses.
Beckoned by a lingering tale,
Told countless times before
She held her hand across her heart,
And heard his words once more.
The silence in the morning air
Hung tightly like a shroud,
There it is, in their eyes
When they look up into the once torn skies
They see what we hope to never see
Lurking in shadows but praised with pleas
Battle torn fields and red smoke filed nights
Words are hard to find,
When you are overwhelmed with emotion.
It seems so hard to process
A soldier’s love and devotion.
Fighting for our country without a second thought.
Their families left behind,
The gentle rocking of a
heavy metal coffin
rocks her to sleep
Instead of the pleasant
beat of her child’s
heart.
