A Toast
I raise my hand and propose this toast…
“May God in his wisdom look down,
and grant…
Peace, and Love, and Hope.
To he who has strived for…
and earned it the most.”
Poetry & Prose
I was young, at one time, and had; insights, fears, and opinions to express. And yes... desires... at that time... unrealized. These... examples of a young man's thoughts.
Bill of rights
To be a man
To earn equality
To form through discourse opinions
To hold opinions though uncommon, or unpopular
To question and receive answers
To be judged by the good
To be haunted by the bad
To take from others only what they might willingly give
To give of yourself when others need kindness
To give of your heart when they deserve more than sympathy
To love, though perhaps... unloved
Christmas
I've seen my share of death, of countless waxen images.
Though this season be a celebration... of birth.
The crimson of Christmas...reminds me of bloods red sheen.
And of those who...because of war...
will never be the men they might have been.
Now, in my heart, I hold their hopes... the hope of countless soles...
That I might not be...
one of the war dead seen.
Dare not
Dare not my heart to strive for you
For it yearns without consent.
Dare not my arms to enfold you
For they would struggle for release
Dare not my eyes to gaze upon you
For they would caress your every movement
Dare not my love
Dare not...
for what can not...
be attained.
Dawning of Desire
Eyes are embers… burning fire
complexion would a poets pen… inspire
Words unheard are softly spoken...
from yours eyes…
silken, molten pools ablaze
Heartbeat torn by breathings pace
Skin chills beneath the force of but a gaze
Glowing love adorns your face
Soft sensations conspire…
The dawning of desire.
Epitaph
Lord, be this your will?
That men who've had no chance to live...
should lie so still?
Granites their symbol,
so unlike a man, no heart, no sole
“Young Solder
Killed Foreign War,
Rest in Peace”
Epitaph… so plain…
does NOT explain…
does not express... the pain.
Loved ones may never feel that... PEACE.
Faith
Faith… a cause united.
Granted strength…
by dreams.
Freedom
I've dreamt of freedom, the kind I may never find.
the freedom to imagine... to freely speak my mind.
To fly through fantasies of dark and light,
to... learn from experiences of the night,
To be wizened by realities...
that daylight brings.
To live and find...
comfort in my mind.
I'm in love
I'm in love...
and as love is,
it's a gap,
A gap, that can not be filled...
but with just your heart.
한국 (Korea)
Land of the morning calm,
people so small…
I could fit them in my palm.
Korea is as my hand,
an old and experienced land.
Calloused by strife, and rutted with scars of...
Ancient wars.
Clinched in hatred to bars, old and rusted, of...
Customs, and ancestral crimes.
Little hope for the child but the outstretched arm with a beggars palm.
For the young, but to subject themselve’s to the degeneracy’s of their...
protectors.
This, an attempt at Levity
I realize what your perfect man might be
Strong, vital, oozing with virility
And now you've won... or
perhaps you think not?
For an overabundance of frailties he's got
A typical man is he.
Not at all like John Wayne riding into the scenery
But there's something worse than he... you see
Instead of he, you might have me.
Loneliness
Without Desire
Without Dreams
Without...
Hope.
Love
To hold close,
and feel emotion.
To pray for,
and know devotion.
To hold through the infinite feelings of life.
To be willing... To die for.
Love
Love, what do we need of this?
Tis a figment.
An abominable waste of time.
The time it takes to fulfill one's dreams.
Ah, but what if?
What if ... that dream is ...
love?
Love
Love is an excuse…
An excuse we use, when we are old…
For what we did, with our youth.
Memories
Mirror Mirror in my mind...
Give me the happiest memory you can find.
That first touch...
the sparkle of your eyes that made me blind to see all else...
but your face.
You complexion, soft and fare,
your lips flushed red, as if blushing at my stare.
Many nights I've dreamt of your smile...
Of planting a kiss there...
and dwelling a while.
I'll keep this as my memory...
That is, of course...
if you don't mind.
Men and War
Man must make war
He cannot be content within himself to compromise.
The taste of compromise is so bitter, that he'd rather lose life itself
than sample it.
My Father's Hands
These hands aren't the hands of a gentleman
These hands have been battered and bent
They've plowed the ground, comfort they have found
in the truth and grace of love
These hands are the hands of a toiler,
Toil expelled by love,
They've held the hopes.. and found the truths...
and clasp in a faith for above.
These hands have held their children's,
These hands their lives helped shape.
These hands aren't the hands of a gentleman,
These hands are the hands of love.
My World
My world is so small,
Myself, and the ground that…
holds me from the fall
To my fellow man I've no; loves…
hopes, or desires
the pages of my life are as descriptive as…
a barren wall.
I seek to prove my existence,
but if others do not realize that I exist...
Then indeed, ...
Do I exist at all?
This mourning
Here's to my friends and neighbors
Who took me from my accustomed labors
To have me fight for a cause in which they don't believe.
It's strange the when "We the people" becomes "I the Man"
He's so much milder.
They've taken from me my individuality
and formed from their unity
a word called "Duty".
I awoke this... mourning (sic)
and found myself the lowest form of man
controlled by crippled old men "prime" between wars,
and women who crave a man's fame...
and revel in his blood
as testimony of their "Love".
I plan an inner uprising,
hoping it's not too late...
For a man,
...born a fool.
This night
It's dark this night...
I'm so afraid...
Unable to use a light...
The extent of the injury...
feel the wound...
blood is deceiving, dare I endanger his life...
by his pain relieving?
My God why...
why did I become a medic to feel such... anguish.
To save his life...
To live this night...
for this...
is but, a wish.
What of a man
What of a man who has chosen to aide mankind and not to kill?
To heal, to deal with emotions of those compelled to fight.
To claim in defiance, a feeling of reliance…
on another's compassion.
To save but...
one life…
he'd thrill.
And attempt to conquer hatred…
with his will.
