* That Horn I Hear *

A SILENT RING OF SORROW BLISS

Awakens night with soft harsh lips

For that buglers sound of beauty and pain

Brings neverending sunshine and neverending rain;

One ear on the left

One ear on the right

Sounds all around me

More memories to fight...

Though I have not bled I bleed from eyes to heart

Near and far with no end or start

For that buglers sound of beauty and pain

Forever grounded but now slight insane,

A silent ring of sorrow bliss

Taps I do not want

But Taps I do miss...

Crocodile Tear...

Every picture tells a story and every story creates a picture...

These eyes see today,

Yet drawn to yesterday

For blood shed to coat the fears

Of the next day that nears-

Silent yells and mourning nights

Save face for internal fights...

Breathe...Breathe...Breathe...

Wake up to today, presently in yesterday

As past leads forward and the future takes us back

walking the thin line but between an invisible crack-

Breathe...Breathe...Breathe...

The painting, truth, yet the brush strokes permanently dye

Down draws a crocodile tear, seemingly I cannot cry...


* A poem dedicated to all veterans we lost, from one vet to another*