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Skorned!
Nobility'$ skorn
Soldier without a home Brave unknowns defending their own with no mines eyes to guide them no generals no captains no seals of navy blue no Shipmates to cook for no whoo-ha Semper Fi
No Army of one this ethnocentric patriotic bullshit is a lie
No diagnosable cure for jumping out of sleeps less night after night mangled infants burnt children's faces these images these traumatic pieces of me, memories you don't get to see
This haunting they tell me that is not real this nightmare I cannot seem to wake from. In this piece of mind I cannot seem to find the peace
Lost on many physically mental Battlefields battling what's yours, mine, and ours
Time After Time
Past what has traumatized me that is traumatizing many.
This disease that allows for questioning the motives of democracy
What are we really fighting for Please, plz, pls tell me
When we are losing great minds Intricately Important to legacies Putting men and women
In front of lines in house less
Homes playing in backyards
On our soil and over sees to fight battles under blinded policies.
Left with only a title I'm hated for a diagnostic list of terrorising thoughts acted out ions ago
That still today and till death
Why if its done its over with
Can't I simply get over the
Dis Esases of Dis Ordered Dis PTSD???
Soldier without a home Brave unknowns defending their own with no mines eyes to guide them no generals no captains no seals of navy blue no Shipmates to cook for no whoo-ha Semper Fi
No Army of one this ethnocentric patriotic bullshit is a lie
No diagnosable cure for jumping out of sleeps less night after night mangled infants burnt children's faces these images these traumatic pieces of me, memories you don't get to see
This haunting they tell me that is not real this nightmare I cannot seem to wake from. In this piece of mind I cannot seem to find the peace
Lost on many physically mental Battlefields battling what's yours, mine, and ours
Time After Time
Past what has traumatized me that is traumatizing many.
This disease that allows for questioning the motives of democracy
What are we really fighting for Please, plz, pls tell me
When we are losing great minds Intricately Important to legacies Putting men and women
In front of lines in house less
Homes playing in backyards
On our soil and over sees to fight battles under blinded policies.
Left with only a title I'm hated for a diagnostic list of terrorising thoughts acted out ions ago
That still today and till death
Why if its done its over with
Can't I simply get over the
Dis Esases of Dis Ordered Dis PTSD???
Published 6th May 2018
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6th May 2018 4:44pm
You have a living breathing and strong and (com)passionate heart my Friend.
Can't help it, can you? but feel?
PTSD and its denialists...from the vested interests' keepers of the departments of VETs Health and the bosses at workplaces of trauma, to the uninterested, heartless jerks. I don't wish it upon my worst enemy that one. Good you raised that work there, for peoples memories are way too short and also i felt you let some steam off theere. Good on ya for the release my Friend!!
You also raise the points
about the true cost of the policies of the powers that be,
that do not realise the true cost of war
those who bear the brunt are not across the enemy lines but at home, the near and dear ones of the PTSD sufferers and the sufferers themselves.
I like this piece a lot,
for its no bs and direct delivery and the aspects it highlights.
poetry, to me, is not simply the sweet love notes and the sonnets. this is poetry- of and about real life.
Can't help it, can you? but feel?
PTSD and its denialists...from the vested interests' keepers of the departments of VETs Health and the bosses at workplaces of trauma, to the uninterested, heartless jerks. I don't wish it upon my worst enemy that one. Good you raised that work there, for peoples memories are way too short and also i felt you let some steam off theere. Good on ya for the release my Friend!!
You also raise the points
about the true cost of the policies of the powers that be,
that do not realise the true cost of war
those who bear the brunt are not across the enemy lines but at home, the near and dear ones of the PTSD sufferers and the sufferers themselves.
I like this piece a lot,
for its no bs and direct delivery and the aspects it highlights.
poetry, to me, is not simply the sweet love notes and the sonnets. this is poetry- of and about real life.
6th May 2018 4:56pm
