7 ways of looking at war

snide and cynicle,
you're greedy as a snobbish child.

You already have millions of lives under your belt,
but, you're not satisfied.
you want more

the thought of ruining lives gives you a high.
The hate is your ecstasy.
The blood must fill your void
to the disconnection to this world.

You blow a kiss of ash into the faces of those in the trenches,
Blinding them of the reality that is to come.

The thought of a peace treaty makes you wail and gnash your teeth-
wishing you could burn it in the fiery pits of hell.

To make yourself feel better you set up a high jacking
Basking in the warmth of burning jet fuel,
you hum softly at the echoing screams

The second you realize you are loosing
you hide in the darkness-
awaiting your work to resurface.
As you know it always will

if walls could talk

quiet whispers, quiet moans
what pain these walls have seen
both physical and mental
a little girl clenches a locket, praying for it's owner to take another breath
a frantic mom pleading with nurses to let her see her son
a father pacing back and forth outside the deleviry room
allas, our last room
a young boy silent and still
monitors being plucked off of his chest
a weeping aunt and mother watch in the corner as the child's oxygen is turned off
his paralized hand gently is placed by his side
the doctor meerly looks down at his feet avoiding angry eyes
and left the room with such sorrow, questioning if he did all he could.

little man

day by day you seem to deteriate yet, you dont seem to care

you have never once said this isn't fair

when the doctor's use you as a pin cushion, you don't cry

i don't believe i could be that strong

that's no lie

when i tell you that i'm making a you a poem you say, good for you

i slyly smile and say, i'll read it through



hush, hush little man, your time's almost come to an end

there is no limit to the money we will spend

when you are my rock

holding me to this chaos we call the world

i say, take another let me keep my rock



i puzzle over myself and say, i dont know the last line

you calmly say, don't worry it will come, everything will be fine

i wish you would have stayed true to your word

three in the morning i heard chirping, thought it was a bird

rubbed the sleep from my eyes and saw it was my phone

it was aunt jane, she was crying and pleading Nick won't wake up

for the next week i spent countless hours pleading with God to let you live

but, he was not willing to forgive



on the dreary day we each said our last goodbye's

you lay in the best casket that money could buy

when my turn came up i knew what to do

i still had an ode to you

i softly kissed your forehead and said in a cracked voice, i made a promise to you before hand

i hope you like it


hush, hush little man your journy's almost come to an end

there is no limit to what money we will spend when,

you are my rock

i say, take another let me keep my rock

i would have gladly have been that other