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"Immortal"
I write these words not set in a verse, not bound by rhyme or rule,
but felt from the heart, as
I am dying.
Our vehicle fell prey to the roadside sentence.
Now I lay here writing in the barren wilderness of the
Far East,
I hear another explosion ten miles to the north...
or maybe west...
I can't decipher the difference.
I look to my right and see my best friend drawing his
Final breath
His lips are moving saying
'I love you my brother...forever!'
the words powerful, the breath long and meaningful.
My own breath is becoming shortened and harder to draw
my mind falters and my heart ceases
and I am now just an
Apparition
like my
Friends, Comrades, Predecessors
that have
Passed
I continue writing this in the sand.
As I cry out questioning and wondering what was the point of
WAR?
There are no winners, no losers;
No one is bigger or better, nor
Higher or lower than anyone else.
I know my final hour is upon me now so aloud I pray
'As I lay my head down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
For I shall die before I wake
So I pray the Lord
My soul to
Take'
To take and remake as I crossover now into the Light
I am no longer living, but I continue
wondering
I am not lost but rather found...
yes, I will rest in
Peace tonight
although I have perished in
HELL
I can rest assured that my petty triumphs and personal defeats shall
NOT DIE,
not in VEIN,
nor in DESPAIR
not because of my FAME or FORTUNE.
But because all those who have
Boarded that plane out of
Canada
PAST,
PRESENT,
and
FUTURE
are truly
IMMORTAL
but felt from the heart, as
I am dying.
Our vehicle fell prey to the roadside sentence.
Now I lay here writing in the barren wilderness of the
Far East,
I hear another explosion ten miles to the north...
or maybe west...
I can't decipher the difference.
I look to my right and see my best friend drawing his
Final breath
His lips are moving saying
'I love you my brother...forever!'
the words powerful, the breath long and meaningful.
My own breath is becoming shortened and harder to draw
my mind falters and my heart ceases
and I am now just an
Apparition
like my
Friends, Comrades, Predecessors
that have
Passed
I continue writing this in the sand.
As I cry out questioning and wondering what was the point of
WAR?
There are no winners, no losers;
No one is bigger or better, nor
Higher or lower than anyone else.
I know my final hour is upon me now so aloud I pray
'As I lay my head down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
For I shall die before I wake
So I pray the Lord
My soul to
Take'
To take and remake as I crossover now into the Light
I am no longer living, but I continue
wondering
I am not lost but rather found...
yes, I will rest in
Peace tonight
although I have perished in
HELL
I can rest assured that my petty triumphs and personal defeats shall
NOT DIE,
not in VEIN,
nor in DESPAIR
not because of my FAME or FORTUNE.
But because all those who have
Boarded that plane out of
Canada
PAST,
PRESENT,
and
FUTURE
are truly
IMMORTAL
Published 15th Feb 2016
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15th Feb 2016 10:04pm
Pho3nix19xx this is some hard-hitting
and difficult shit to read and swallow.
It reminds me of an old inscription into
a book written... and it goes:
"Take, eat this Scroll; the words will be
Sweet in Your Mouth, but in Your
Stomach, Bitter"
None of what You've described is at all
pleasant or sweet to read or afterwards,
try to wrap my head around and ruminate
on.
Another quote, this time from Plato:
"Only the Dead have Seen the End of War"
It seems unconscionable but I think that this
is what we've been born into and for.
If the Gods execrate us then I think that they
express it thoroughly in the beastly wars that
are waged, beginning from the beginning of
recorded time...
Fuck, it was probably happening before man
could even transcribe it.
An heartfelt and impacting and overwhelming
release here... Pan
"I write these words not set in a verse, not bound
by rhyme or rule, but felt from the heart, as
I am dying."
There's no grammar or stanzas or syntax given
respect to when a man is drafting-out his eyes
visions that he tries to record when witnessing
such an macabre scene of utter butchery and
absolute madness.
Dantalion
and difficult shit to read and swallow.
It reminds me of an old inscription into
a book written... and it goes:
"Take, eat this Scroll; the words will be
Sweet in Your Mouth, but in Your
Stomach, Bitter"
None of what You've described is at all
pleasant or sweet to read or afterwards,
try to wrap my head around and ruminate
on.
Another quote, this time from Plato:
"Only the Dead have Seen the End of War"
It seems unconscionable but I think that this
is what we've been born into and for.
If the Gods execrate us then I think that they
express it thoroughly in the beastly wars that
are waged, beginning from the beginning of
recorded time...
Fuck, it was probably happening before man
could even transcribe it.
An heartfelt and impacting and overwhelming
release here... Pan
"I write these words not set in a verse, not bound
by rhyme or rule, but felt from the heart, as
I am dying."
There's no grammar or stanzas or syntax given
respect to when a man is drafting-out his eyes
visions that he tries to record when witnessing
such an macabre scene of utter butchery and
absolute madness.
Dantalion
15th Feb 2016 10:12pm
Would you believe this is actually one of, if not the FIRST poem I ever wrote? I wrote it after reading "We Were Soldiers Once...And Young" by Lt. Gen. Harold G. Moore and watching the accompanying Mel Gibson movie.
15th Feb 2016 10:13pm
Actually, the aforementioned excerpt about - eating the scroll
and it would be bitterness in the stomach but sweet as honey
to the mouth - was written in Revelation unto the Seer John as
delivered by the ethereal being.
I study all kinds of shit and cross-reference all of the texts
critically to ascertain their multi-connections.
So my instant recall is fucking a blessing or an fucking curse.
It's actually kind of funny when these so-called Witnesses
come around and try to subvert using their texts and I say,
"Well, Confucius say Same Thang; so, I'm Good" They Hate
that Shit.
and it would be bitterness in the stomach but sweet as honey
to the mouth - was written in Revelation unto the Seer John as
delivered by the ethereal being.
I study all kinds of shit and cross-reference all of the texts
critically to ascertain their multi-connections.
So my instant recall is fucking a blessing or an fucking curse.
It's actually kind of funny when these so-called Witnesses
come around and try to subvert using their texts and I say,
"Well, Confucius say Same Thang; so, I'm Good" They Hate
that Shit.
15th Feb 2016 10:19pm
Haha yeah not really sure which why that would go (referring to the instant recall)
Loved that first quote too.
Loved that first quote too.
