War Poem #5

Intangibles just beyond reach

Untouchable phantoms do I seek

They creep and crawl and scare the blind

Their touch sends shivers down my spine

But do not be afraid of our unseen guests

Maybe they are you after your final rest

They dash and sprint just beyond sight

But haven't you felt them, on a clear dark night?

And if so, don't you suppose

They are the real and unreal juxtaposed

The link between now, and then

The night chill and whispering wind

Silent workers for those long passed

Making sure the night will last

War Poem #2

One moment I want to kill myself

The next I'm afraid to die

Confusion misleading asunder

Trapped in bars of thunder

Where do I go, what do I feel?

Still with you is where I heal

Tainted sharpened axe of death

Insight instinct happen-chance

Thorough thread of gnarly time

Woven past and future intertwined

Fear, such a simple word

Unwounded trapeze artist about to be burned

Unending orchestra bright and true

And still someway I make my way to you

Lie

And I awoke to live life as of a dream

So I lied to myself,

And said, “I am human”