I love to sit outside and watch the rain

turning my world of pain into a blur...

praying for thunderous damnation

and a lightning bolts cremation,

a most fitting end for me I must concur.

Cause my thunderous damnation's

in a far off distant nation,

left a burning cavity

where children were.

When a target I mismanaged,

caused what's called

collateral damage,

and then an I.E.D.

disrupted my third tour.

I am only half a man,

in this wheelchair where I am,

left with little hope

to have a normal life,

all I knew below my waist,

has been permanently erased...

and I face no chance to

ever have a wife.

So I sit here unemployed

hoping that God will redeploy

me from this world that offers

nothing but a void....

haunted daily by the facts,

I killed children in an act,

of war that left pure

innocence destroyed.

There are many just like me,

home from war and doomed to be,

object lessons that nobody cares to see,

from that ugly side of war,

each left to wallow evermore

in the price we paid to

keep our nation free.

If I could only lose myself

in a job that I can't find,

I might be able to

contribute something more,

but I've spent four years chasing that,

offering little more than half,

of a young man whose

grown desperate and poor.

And so I sit outside and watch the rain

turning my world of pain into a blur...

praying for thunderous damnation

and a lightning bolts cremation,

a most fitting end for me I must concur.

Sunset get me thinking 'bout

how your love went quietly to sleep.

brightness fading from

your lovely eyes,

ending promises

we meant to keep.

That love you swore

would last forever

has turned into a huge endeavor,

and I'm left with nothing

warm or clever

to end the apathy that severed.....

......Our precious love.

Chorus-

I wish that I could

find a time machine

to go way back

into our history,

to that place where

love's sweet mysteries

graced our hearts

when we both met...

all I've got

is your dour smile

and a love that's dragging

on for endless miles...

on a journey that's

taking me away

from all I wanted us to be....

Sunset gets me thinking back

to all those nughts we spent together

all our passions shared

and all the ways you cared

that turned into "Whatever!??"

But there's really

nothing left for us,

so I'm climbing

on that lonely bus,

where I sit alone listenning

to those engines revving...

drowning out our precious love......

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Cause I'm never gonna

find me a time machine,

that could take me

back in our history,

to that place where

love's sweet mysteries

graced our hearts

when we both met...

and I'm tired of

facing your dour smiles

and a love that's

dragging on for miles,

on a journey that's t

aking me away

from all I'd ever

dreamed we'd be..ee...eee.

In our precious Love......

in our precious Love..

Breaking free Of

Just A Dream.

Let me talk with you

as I walk with you

In the world of my dreams,

Maybe we’ll figure out a way

to poke a great big hole

in it’s endless seams.

To bring you back with me

to the place I dwell,

being stuck in a dream

must be a living hell,

and I know you’re lonely too

Babe, it’s so easy to tell,

it’s finger painted on our faces

in a pale pastel.

Chours-

We all find dreams when we love,

and we find love when we dream,

it’s just the way things often go,

but Baby….. it’s so damn slow,

I want to wake up in your arms

And feel you hold me close,

Then we’ll share a cup of coffee

and we’ll raise a toast

to our own long awaited reality show,

Let’s break this barrier

That’s keeping us from

Love we should know.

Cause I don’t want you to get trapped

Just like the that girl next door,

Who I fell in love with oh, so long before,

But when my dreams of her faded,

Her poor heart was jaded,

and now she’s gone forevermore.

I’m going to go to sleep

and pray the good Lord keeps

the door to my dreams open wide,

then I’ll meet you at the exit

from my nether lands,

and we’ll cross back

to my conscious side,

what a joyous reunion

will come our way

full of real love that we’ll both

share in the light of day,

then much later when we dream

together side by side,

true love will open up the door

that leads to morning times…

true love will open up the door

that leads to morning times

Yesterdays remnant

An ancient piece of glass

beneath the floor,

in my old house

seeking to restore,

Hardwood that

had in years

past cracked,

I stumbled on

this shard

mostly intact.

Embossed upon

it's face

there was a heart,

and in that heart

a name spelled

" L y d i a , "

buried just

beneath the

soft brown loam

under boards,

that had not

been disturbed

since the year

of 1862.

What could be

the story

told of you?

Was your heart

as shattered

as this glass?

Cast into a hole

of deep despair,

for a man you thought

would be your love,

only to find fate

had stole your share

way back in a simpler

time of grief,

where most women

seldom found relief

Did he fall

to cannon

in the war?

far less civil

then your

rage at loss,

his death only

tainting

it's bright gloss,

Smashing his

glass gift

to smithereens,

sweeping it with

piles of broken dreams,

down into the hole

in your floor boards.

Leaving it to glimmer

nevermore,

guess we'll

never know the truth

for sure?

Puzzlemeant

in the darkest corner

of the earth

a match is lit

and it reveals nothing

but a lighter place

when the fire dies

darkness overwhelms

the space again

in the brightest spot

in the universe

some ink is spilled

and stains the

whiteness forever

a glass of wine

half empty means

the flavour's not exquisite

or a glass of wine

half full means there is

a palatte teasing encounter

yet to come

a bookmark is a

stopping point for boredom

or a precious marker

to return to and re-enter

the fantasy yet finished

a camera captures

the flaws that nature

hides by the blurring

of human sight

or a camera uncovers

the beauty that the

naked eye is blind to

a virgin is an unexperienced

and clumsy lover

a virgin is the untouched

paradise that waits a man

who knows just how

to bring the well

to overflowing

a poem is thought

compressed into

orderly lines

or a poem is the

free flow of unspoken

emotion that splashes

over one's soul.

And often evolves

Into a song

Such are just some

of the many puzzlements

That life offers us

The eyes have

incredible powers

Blink!!

Blink

and in a

split second

the whole world is gone

enveloped in flesh curtains

that hide every vision

of all that surrounds

engulfing the soul

in a mini-escape

that can also be prolonged

by leaving the

lids closed

on the trash that insists

on invading your day

but don't close them up too long

lest the dreams slip right into

more new views to peruse

just distortions of what

daily you wish you had

and beware of the wild beasts

you might end up riding

through the starry night skies

adhered by sheer sweat to the

heaving backsides of a

fast moving nightmare

that is bucking and tossing

jaws clenching... teeth gritting

on a restless adventure

that seems never to end

till you wake up again

next time

Wink!!

throw your charm

at a lovely young lady

and perhaps while one eye

does the dance that sets moods

she'll return you a big smile

then with a smack of her lips

she might strike up a chat

in reaction you'll blink

thinking this can't be true

then you'll close your eyes briefly

giving yourself a pinch

to be sure your not dreaming

then when you look again

you will see her face beaming

and know this is no nightmare

and together you'll wind up

sharing butterfly kisses

all four eyes batting pleasure

the world looking much better

the eyes have it you see

those windows to your soul

bring escape...set you free

Crosses stand in

tidy formations

perfectly spaced they

line the hills

like a quilt

drenched in tears

with a pattern of

endless sorrow

white on green

many thousands of squares

times the sons of America

stitched in bullets

and shrapnel, fire and ice

poison and gas

sewed up with soft down

sealed between layers of home

it is a quiet place

between twenty-one gun

tributes...Blackjack's

final hand played out

as the bugler's

inspired sad wail

of taps fades away

I walk obliqely

without stepping

on the sacred mounds

raised like salutes

by Mother Earth

but.....

the names scream at me

"WHY!!!!"

21....18...19...32...years

rotted flesh

folded flags

there was a cross

for me here

and six feet of

space reserved

for me by the Government

But I let them down

instead of them

letting me down

into another hole

I beat the odds

The Delta death dealers

never slapped down

that last card

oh, I'll still get

my Blackjack salute

but much later then

Mike....William....Dale

Phil....Gerald or Dave

they are stuck

in foxholes dug here

where the enemy

has them pinned

down forever

still if a grenade

were to fly into the midst

of a crowd at an airport

by a terrorist enraged

quite Instinctively

I would fling my body

horizontally over it

smothering it with my chest

and absorbing the blast

thereby saving those around me

and joining comrades

long since gone on

we practiced this

over and over again

in boot camp

for it is better to lose one

then a whole squad of men

white crosses

lined up in tiny formation

and I still want to scream

"Fallout!! and watch

them all rise from the dust

brush themselves off

and reassemble as

flesh and bone units

till at ease they all

troop off with me

to have a beer or two

"Semper Fi!"

I leave these hallowed grounds

but part of me remains

with those remains

that mean so

There always will be Butterflies!

There always will be butterflies,

blue skies, and cactus blooms

with sweet perfumes in Mays, and Junes,

from flowers freshly bloomed.

plus soft warm eyes, and heavenly sighs

from lovers passions swooned,

emerging from the darkness,

of our world's blackest cocoons.

In all the midst of horrors,

wars and daily duels with death,

God sends us lovely little things,

to help us catch our breath.

Deep down in trenches dug in zones

of battle, beauty creeps,

like tiny flowered lichens,

in the damp where soldiers sleep.

When bullets fly white birds disturbed

take wing to flee the hate

come mourning doves warm, nested eggs

of new life from their mates.

All soldiers see so much they've missed

before they went to war,

a hundred thousand reasons why,

their life's' worth living for.

No matter how much madness reigns,

small lovelies will live on,

when smoke is cleared, and ceasefires called,

the birds still sing at dawn.

I still remember hearing,

all the sounds that nature made,

while squatting in a quiet glade,

preparing to invade.

I wondered then why grown men cry,

or kneel in awe before,

it's time to take another life.

to fuel the costs of war,

I think most likely it's because,

their sharpened senses see,

such beauty round a killing quest,

they wish they could let be.

Then orders screamed, send booted feet

across the grass to crush,

the tiny flowers, and young lives

in a desperate heated rush.

There always will be butterflies

blue skies, and cactus blooms

and flowers laid on soldiers graves

to mark their early tombs

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A Century Of Hope.

Art-Whimsically Yours Studio

Alternative rock, lead guitar, steel guitar, bass guitar, fast paced tempo, harmonica, violins, saxophone, piano, male vocalist only, backup female singers harmonizing

February 7, 2025 at 4:32 PM

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A century of Hope.

with one last gasp

he left the stage of life

no curtains were drawn

as much as he was

that last night

perhaps a smile

trickled across his

soon stilled lips

as he was greeted

on the other sude

by thunderous applause

his final exit began

like the darkness

of a backstage

he entered that

tunnel of light

and all around were

the thousands of men

he brought hope to

beating spirited hands

in standing ovations

following him as he

greeted God and cracked

a one-liner that made

angels howl....

"Where ya been

Just love me baby

ease my needs again

and I promise to

ease yours too-oooooooo

Let's take that

long midnight train

sharing the berth

of your passion

the way we always do

just me and you

As i sing that

sweet music pf love

be my conductor too

guarantees us

a breathless journey

filled with your lovely views

let those teacups

rattle in the dining car

while i drown in

the heat of your eyes

As we pass endless towns

full of loneliness

sharing all of the joys

that they've been denied

been denied

giving thanks to the heavens

for our pleasures purloined

we can pose in our couplings

and match how trains our joined

taking just a few seconds

while we both sympathize

with those who none

of love's incredible prize

Just love me baby

I need you to be mine

cause all the humbugs of life

have been stealing our times

with so little time

we have together

with all the obligations

we have to weather

When we both join as one

becoming something sublime

let me worship your body and soul

and I will make it my shrine

You know I love

you...oo-ooo-ooo-ooo-

ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo...baby

so damn much

I love your lips, your eyes,

your sighs and your touch

let's catch that midnight train

that takes us on that lovely journey

to places we have never

been and back again

come with me , baby

come with me baby

When darkness infiltrates

the face of the moon

it is left hanging by a slim

fingernail in the black velvet sky

when darkness invades one's soul

they are left clinging by

the skin of their teeth to

the edge of what is right

far to often they

tumble into the pit

and are swallowed up

eclipsed by evil

never to emerge

fingernails on a chalkboard

and teeth scraping brick

that is the symphony of sorrow

played endlessly in Hells

chambers of horror

a place for those not fit to mingle

with the souls of those they

abused, tortured and destroyed in life

do not doubt it's existence

God is merciful but does not

offer eternal joy

to those who delight

in inflicting sorrow on others

he only grants pardon to those

who embrace his light

we inherit whatwe've cherished

in our lives

and if it was evil it

is returned to us tenfold

even the most beautiful of faces

is made ugly by a sneer

the most voluptious of lips

become despised when venom

flies in cruel words spat

the gentle hands of a lover

when used to inflict pain

become the claws of a nightmare

and fingernail trails

are etched scarlet

in the flesh of the wounder

by his victim

Beware lest darkness touch you

you will be hung like the moon

by one fingernail over

the blackest of all realms

and will drop by your own weakness

just as you once let go

and embraced evil

onto the pitchforks of Demons

gnashing your teeth

as you are flung into

eternal damnation