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To Those (Honor)

There is also honor in those who wait
The one's who sit home and pray
That it won't be their loved one
That meet the wrong side of a bullet
Roadside bomb or downed helicopter
These people don't have the action To keep them going,
Or a brother in a bunker
To depend on
What they have is hope faith love
FEAR and honor
As they wait
Hoping they don't get that phone call or letter
"Sorry we regret to inform you ...."
There is honor in those that keep the children calm
When daddy or mommy goes to war
Without coming home

There is honor in a parents pride and worry
As they wonder but say nothing Dealing with the changed human being That returns from war
To Those, Honor

All honor to my brave soldier
That he can remain true to his cause
Also to himself in this time of darkness
Let him know we understand that sometimes
Coming home is the hardest part of all
After seeing the things you have To look at a playground not covered in blood
Knowing the mere words could not explain
Feeling a stranger in your own world
All honor goes to those given time to heal
To those who serve
To those who wait
To those we lost
Honor and a hope for peace

© kismet 2009

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Not Enough for Drips of Ink by Evil Twin on Myspace

Not Enough for Drips of Ink by Evil Twin on MyspaceNot Enough

Mother oh mother

Why did you forsake me so

Was I the least of your children

Was it my ugliness?

Perhaps you thought me defective

Because I didn't tslk until I was almost 4

Didn't talk, not so much as a single word by 5

You took mr to doctor after doctor

To find out what was wrong with me

But none ever did

I finally started talking right before kindergarten

Not baby talk but talked as a full grown human

Sometime, somehow I had taught myself to read

Still it was never enough

I felt less then

Sraight A's didn't count, nor awards

Nothing I did was good enough for you

When the divorce came I was told I would be living with you

Yet just one year later you planned a move

A two bedroom apartment with four of us

It was not big enough to house us so I was basically told to go

find a new place to live.

I was 15 and all alone

So alone unloved

I was never good enough for you.

I remember my first poem that was published (5th grade)

It was my badge of honor

To you it meant nothing

I still feel that lack of

Less then when I see my mom

Why couldn't mommy love me?

5/8/11

Waiting to be Devoured

Waiting to be Devoured

Wrapped around your heart
No owner's manual inside
"Love is a naked shadow 
On a gnarled and naked tree.''

Impossible to figure
A treasure hidden away
Waiting for a question
To answer all your dreams

Love needs no money
No fancy cars
The only thing love needs
Is someone who cares

Branches wrapped around the heart
Keeping it safe and warm
Like jam on a piece of toast
Waiting to be devoured

Love is ambrosia
Impossible to describe
One taste imprisons you
With no place to hide

kismet evil twin 11/9/12

Become or Undone

Become or Undone

A small taste was all I needed

To fuel the flames

From the time before time

When I was young and unsure

Releasing me to find the path

My test to become or undone

Then men arrived and my world changed

I walked through towns

Undetected by everything but one cat

Who hissed when I went by

Wanting everything even without need

Like the humans, they claimed everything 

Watching tasting learning the ways of men

Took the risk and donned a body

So we could blend in without question

Their rituals were intriguing 

When the fire burned out the body

It was buried deep and left to sleep

For some reason most could never see

The portion of life they called soul

Yet finally those they called dead

Saw and spoke to me

Following me from place to place

Trying to garner truth of what happened

Why families chose not to see

So I took them to my heart

Taught them truths they had failed to see

To love and give freely to those who hurt

Offering up a part of each of us

So those on the other side 

Knew they were not alone

It is the living we wait upon

To join us here, the place of no fear

Some name it heaven, some paradise

For me it is just home 

I have been away far too long

© kismet 2010

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Grace Reborn

Grace Reborn

We met on a tragic occasion

Through the tears of pain

You captured my gaze and smiled

For that one moment I felt as if the worst was over

A sound in the distance, a song?

Yes! Amazing Grace was heard growing louder as more voices join 

Did you notice how our vocals matched so perfectly

Hope rebuilt, renewed by grace, Amazing!

© Kismet 6/9/2010

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Fate's Hammer

Fate's Hammer

Hallowed be thy name
Well until you make a wrong turn
The path comes to a dead end
Time is running out hurry hurry
The cries of the lost angels
Bleeding from wounds
Inflicted by fate's power
Swift and mighty
The hammer of justice
Brings down the evil doers
Rejoice now ye who hath been faithful
Thy rod in your hand can be released
Until the need is past
The end of hatred
Peace and love
Drift slowly across the land
Beautiful rainbows appear
Voices are raised in song
Time has slowed as the cries
Of the bleeding ones rise
From this day forth
Fate's  promise kept
The mighty will of the people
Have taken Thor's hammer
Until the end, time cries
Bleeding from fate's mighty hammer

©kismet 4/26/10

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Parade of Pain

Parade of Pain

Watching the parade of pain go by
People so contorted they no longer look human
Stuck inside the pain
Some reveling in theirs
Since it is all that defines them

No learning or growing
Just endless recycling misery that has become life
Alternating between bitterness grief and wretchedness
As if not one happy moment has ever intruded into their world

Wallowing in the pain as in the mud
Blaming the world
Demanding love because they are so ugly
They must be beautiful
Their point of view reinforced
The men who want them on their back
Women who slept their way to the bottom
All keeping the martyrdom alive

Why grow from your anguish
When you wear it so well
Writing words that keep them coming back for more
So what you never heal
Everyone loves you
Who cares that your children are now damaged too
Everyone loves you and now they can join the parade

So start a club to see who was abused the most
Who took it and took it and took it and took it
Let's glorify it but never move passed it
The parents were mean and drunk so it's come to this
Now the circle continues on
In ten years it will be your children
About whom I write
As no one wants to heal or heed the call of the past
All that is left is someone to blame

So I sit on the sidelines
No longer sure that I can care about you
When you won't even try
Telling me in private how you want to be real
Tired of the fake laughter and the sex jokes
Then in public acting so different

Your club seems to be growing as more hurt angry people join
The pain reflecting off each others
Feeding it until it grows so large I fear it will devour the world
Funerals held for those who followed Sylvia Plath's path
Feeling angry at the writer of words I understand

What the hope is today in this the month of death
Is that you try to release some pain and anger
Maybe forgive just one person that hurt you
Mourn the past but remember it's gone and start a future
Measure some love to yourself and your children
Wash off the dirt stand up and move on
Fight until you can forgive this unforgiving world
Then you begin to breath and live free

© kismet 2009

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