For the ChildrenThis is our world that thirsts for bloodMore Like This
Raising our children to hunt their own
Bloodraine down on earth
And we have no where to call home...
See with your own blindness
The hopelessness we planted here
Weeds of fury raging out of control
Swords of hate piercing the hearts of truth.
We commit genocide to fulfill our own selfish deisres
Destroying generations of healing rain
Hope for the future extinguished in the eyes of the very young
When will we learn to breathe, to break free of our own binds?
Millions of tiny beating hearts
The hope of our future!
How will we save these precious little ones
If we can't learn to love the life we already have?
To My Readers</i>I write this letter to my readers, whomever you may be, in hopes that this makes your day just a little better or maybe a lot better. I hope my words give you courage in the storms of life, strength when all the world comes crashing down on you, and the knowledge that someone out there really does care about you.More Like This
Some of you may laugh at this, saying things like "How could someone I've never met even give a crap about me?" but I do...I care for the hurting, the lonely, the forgotten, the weak, the strong, those living without a cause, and those living with a plan. I care for those of you who would laugh at me, and laugh at this letter. Sure, you can brush it aside and say it's nothing, but if this letter means nothing to you, than just walk on by and leave it for someone who will love these words, for someone who may find hope or courage...even in the words of an unknown stranger.
Life threatens to shake us from our greatest mounts
Where we think we're safe from all the pain
SoldierI worry that...More Like This
You'll come back in a body bag
You'll have be doped up
You'll change too much
They'll drill you full of lead
Or you won't wanna come back.
I wonder if I'm strong enough...
To survive the nightmares
To handle things if you die
To stay a "good citizen" when you're gone
To live when you're overseas
Or to fight when I'm threatened.
I know that I can...
Stand up to the bullies
Stare down the haters
Fight my own wars
Live for the One that made me
And wait for you to come home some day.
I will be here somehow
I just worry that we'll change.
Will You Help Me?Drowning in my mindMore Like This
Oh the stories I could tell you!
If only you'd listen...
If only you'd listen
To my warnings
They might have lived
And I wouldn't live with this pain.
Hold to my face the mask of guilt
Hiding the truth of this monster I am
Burrying my beating heart alive
Cutting through the ropes, not the chains
Blood running clear
And for a moment, </i>for a moment, I feel free...
I need you to hear my cries
I need you to know my pain
I need you to know, to know that I can't make it on my own
Reaching out for your hands,
Will you help me? </i>Dear God, will you help me?
When will this nightmare end?!
I need you to know, I'm not through the night
I haven't made it through the fog
I can't see my way
I need you to know, I'm not through the night
And I don't know where to go from here...
</i>Will you help me?
Fear MeFear meMore Like This
Like you always do
And you'll never find me
I'm here, I'm there, I'm gone.
You fear me because you know me
You fear me because you really see me
You fear me because you actually hear me
You fear me because of who I can be.
You fear me so much
That you won't come alive;
You fear me so much
You won't stop me;
You fear me so much
Because you know the real me.
Why do you fear me?
I dare you Shadow;
But you fear me,
Fear holds you back;
You won't touch this strength,
Cause you fear me.
Fear holds you back
Strength moves me forward;
Show your face, coward;
Prove you don't fear me.
Last Chance</i>To my Shadow I whisper:More Like This
One last chance is all you have
One last chance to finish this
One last chance to stop the plots
One last chance to help me.
I know you have eyes on the inside
I know your ghosts have met me
I know you saw my signal
I know your art so well.
You won't let me die
You won't let them near
You won't let infestation fly
You won't let Strikers make their move.
Only so far can you go
Only so long can we hold on
Only so much can we take
Only so many days left.
You know I'm the key
You know I'm the one meant to be
You know I'm in the playing field
You know I'm your only hope.
</i>To the others now I speak:
One bullet, just one call
One bullet, just one 'mistake'
One bullet, just one more quiet story
One bullet, just one more fatality of war.
Many plots to stop, just one chance
Many dangers to quiet, just one decision;
Many pieces to play, just one web
Many minds to twist, just one voice to silence.
You want me, so step up to the plate
You want me, so pic
Sky LightHey Soldier I saw you last nightMore Like This
In my sleep we flew side by side
I saw your grinning face
Beneath the mask and gear
Escorting foreigners home
Hey pilot I saw you last night!
Drifting above open waters
Smiling I dare say
Twisting for a good measure
Then leveling out to take your bow
Scouring the skies in such a magical bird
Later landing back on the ship.
"How have you been?" I type out
Within a day you answer
Always with humor to brighten my life
And I smile in rememberance of you
Flying high in the skies
For country, for duty, and for honor.
Initials pressed in palm and hand
Battle ready and hawkeyed
Raging sea and hurricane winds
Could never keep you down
On wings of the dragons
American blood and bone for a thousand strong.
Through your eyes I saw you last night
Watching from the dead of night
In roaring stealth you ride
Ghosts to Recon and Recon to Ghosts
I saw you last night and all I can say
Is thank-you soldier, thank-you and your crew.
They Came In the Night They came in the early hours of the morning, when people were still asleep. The birds didn't sing their usual wake-up call, the animals didn't scurry and scuttle around, the woods were silent and the sun refused to come out. In the silence of the world, the noise of their presence was deafening.More Like This
The day mommy had left us, daddy had made us pack our bags. I asked him if we were going on a trip, if mommy was going to meet us there--were we going to Disney World?!--I didn't understand. Daddy didn't answer, just told me we were going to go somewhere and that Timmy and I couldn't tell anyone. I didn't understand but I didn't want to ask...Daddy was different; he wasn't fun anymore, e wouldn't let us go anywhere, he took us out of school, wouldn't let us see our friends, we couldn't even get ice cream wen the truck came around...Daddy was different, and it scared me.
I was curled up under the blanket mommy had made me, dreaming that she had swung the door wide open and wa
The Falling SkyGreen & brown grass, warm temps, short-sleeve shirts, late-day sunMore Like This
Bullets flying, pinging, scraping against metal and brick
Flashes and gun haze thick in the heavy air
Camouflaged faces and bodies, black tee shirts and combat boots,
Glinting glasses and broad-rimmed caps hiding telltale eyes
Open land crowded with fear, fury, courage, and the brave.
Seeing from multiple angels as the rage hits the strings
As the lead lets loose and the bodies fall;
Kneeling on bended knee, behind walls, bushes and trees,
Laying on blood-soaked gunshot-residue dirt and grime
Firing rapidly like the heart beating adrenaline
Screams of generations reaping all around you.
One, two, three, four, five, six
Searing, scalding, ripping flesh and breaking bones
Not a warning—too late for that with the pieces so scattered
And the rocking weeping holding their lifeless children
Even the end shatters their own minds and steals them away
As all around the sky comes falling down...
The Hours Before They CameThe day started like any other.More Like This
Warm sunshine filtered through the thin shades in her room, heating the bare wood floor and giving the atic loft a sense of coziness, making it near impossible to climb out of bed. A soft breeze ripples the curtains in her open window and brought with it the sweet smel of summer apples and fresh laundrey from outside. Brds chirped and crickets asang, a dog barked two houses down, a train blasted its horn in the distance and all seemed well with the world.
Slowly, she stretched her arms over her head and her feet as far as they would go, until both feet and hands touched the oak borders of her bed, and yawned. The spring quilt her mom had made for her eigth birthday, which had been a few days ago, stayed tucked in around her, and she smiled as she looked at her name etched into the blanket amongst the blue, yellow, green and white blocks, in frothy pink lace: Grace. Her parents had chosen that name for her, as they often liked to remind her, because she w