Here are all three poems by GR

so i stand before myself once more
soul torn from my flesh
lying dead in the floor
my mangled form struggling to hold on to what i’ve lost
my life is an empty grave
the streets we walk are paved in politics
it’s almost enough to make me sick
force feeding these people the american dream
only to make our ideals seem more apealing to them
but all in vein
they aren’t willing to fight for somthing they didn’t ask for
and like me are being whored out to fight for something they don’t want
here we stand apart from men
we the ones who fight and die
christening the battlefield
with the blood of our enemies
we shall beg not for forgiveness
but only hope that we should live
to bring the fight to them
we have found rightiousnes in our sins
and will fight until we die
for this is the nature of men who long for peace
we have found our peace behind us
so we drive on embracing death
clinging tenatiously to our humanity
for without it we would become what we hate
alas in the end we will stand before the ashes of our enemies
and morn them
for there will be no one else to fight

the blankness of these pages frightens me
milky white and un touched
like a virgin
pure and afraid
willing to take all that i have to offer as long as i make the first move
to commit, a slow stoke of the pen
drug softly against a thin blue line
as soft curves meet smooth lines
forever changed by my hand
the story of my world will unfold before you
all at the tips of your fingers
thanks to the tip of my pen


~ by devildog6771 on January 20, 2005.

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