A simple blog...

...today.  One that just showcases some of my poetry.  Read, enjoy, dislike, comment, whatever you want for a Tuesday evening.

Our Soldiers

In muddied boots and damp helmets,

trudging across a land of mines and graves,

they fight for a reason lost in translation

and die for an excuse in education.

At home, politics and banks blind our senses,

dazzle us into a naïve arrogance,

what is happening to our sons and daughters?

what is happening to our human race?

They cling on to humanity through family,

they cling on to life through each other,

they cling on to reason through orders,

they cling on to hope through a future.

And still the bullets and mortar rarely miss,

the guns and ammo rarely run out,

the madness and sanity rarely differ,

and the beginning and end rarely change.

But they still go on,

and we still send them in,

and they continue to fall,

and we continue to fail...

...to stop the fighting,

stop the suffering,

and stop the loss.

A Cemetery Of Shipwrecks

A drifting away from the wreck of the Cryptic,

its bow dipping beyond horizon depth,

its resting place a blackening world upon itself,

and a burial of suffocation and release.

Floating through the playfulness of sea,

past the darkness of life and coral,

and into a realm of wonders and nightmares,

to a bed of absolute rest and nothingness.

It settles into its own desired plot,

surrounded by the fallen brothers and sisters,

of past victims of past storms of past times,

a sadness both complete and empty.

For now the Cryptic joins such esteemed company,

the battle and war heroes in unmarked graves,

the rescue ships that paid with sacrifice and honour,

and the complete ignorance of man's unsinkable.

A drifting away from the wreck of the Cryptic,

bobbing on the mystic blue above,

while bowing at the funeral below,

this now a cemetery of shipwrecks.

Back to it.