Casualty
there was a time i did not know right from wrong
there was a time of drugs alchol sex
a time i filled time with meaningless encounters
there was a void a vast darkness a silent cry
love peace belonging were ideologies of some foreign empire
but time oh time the miracle of healing
Warrior
i stand at the gates of all existance
watching waiting
always allert even in the last watch of the night
watching waiting
a silent sigh the universal sleeping
watching waiting
Healer
light reaches into the violent confines of my soul
i stand on the precepice and see the hatered of man
my world my experience has brought me to this place
this time in the eternal pendulum of the human race
i reach out and touch souls hurt by the war
crying out in the aftermath
each trying to find the means to heal the other
i hold the truth in my hand outstreached to the victims
my brother my sister i hold out love
Warrior Poet…you…seeing, feeling, tasting, loving, hating more of life and its ensuing, certain death than we. This somber, special place.
Reading this here above, I see a reflection of my soul, in the warrior and the healer and the sometimes casualty that I seem to become.