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Shell Shock

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The war is far from over. Each day
awakens another demon. To say
that life is a breeze must be a lie.
It is hard to stay positive when
you know, you too, will someday
die. All we can do is try to stay
sane. There is a war inside all
of our brains. There is some sun,
but mostly rain. Life can be fun
if we decide to run before father
time tucks us in. What we lose
in things is gained in wisdom.
When the dust settles, we will
see that past souls have risen.
The war is far from over, yet
the score is far from set. Bet
on yourself and don’t give up.
When feeling shell shocked, be
the rock that does not stop
staying on top. Win the battle
today. Strap on your saddle.
Ride closer to the finish line.
When the war is finally over,
our mission will be complete.
That’s when we will be okay.
That’s when we will feel peace.

Rope Burns

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As life gets heavier,
my grip naturally tightens.
I am playing tug of war,
and on the other side
of the rope is the fear
that I lose all hope.
I am always trying
to stay grounded when
my mind is flying.
I am trying to live
instead of thinking
of death or dying.
When I try to pull,
I feel that the hole
in my soul becomes
filled: almost full.
In this life, I tug, tug,
and tug. I attempt to
stand on top of a rug
that is being pulled
from under me. See,
these rope burns
come easy. I won’t
slip or lose my grip
until the sweet taste
of victory drips off
of my quivering lips.

2nd Thoughts

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Off with his head – wait. Forget what I said. I did
not mean to be mean. I’d be out of my mind
to take out someone else’s. I can’t seem to get
outside of my head. Wait. Did I take my meds?
I forgot what I said… Who can I trust when
everyone I know turns to dust? Time to shake
off the rust. With time rushed, I make amends
with the friends inside my head even though
some of them want me dead. At times, I see
colors of green turn red. Is this what Kanye
feels like when he doesn’t act right? Good thing
I don’t know what I don’t know. Yet, I do know
that it will be alright once I enter in battle
and ignite the light revealing a new life.


Step-Poet

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These words aren’t mine. Well, the configuration,
the arrangement, and the manifestation of them
are mine to tell, yell, or sell. The rest falls on me.
I own nothing. I just borrow letters and words
that were said, used, or abused in old worlds.
I rent these words – these phrases: these upper
and lower cases. I use these words. They don’t
go to waste. These words help me save face.
They can tell you things that my mouth won’t.
I will never dishonor these words as they are
sacred to me. They provide light: the insight
that does me right. Like eyes that envision
better days, these sentences help me create
early mornings and dark nights running late.
These words aren’t mine, but I treat them
like they are. They carry me through the day
when I don’t have anything to say. Anyway,
I use these words to tell you to stay true
to yourself and to never forget about things
that will help you through all of the pain.



Warrior

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He who fights does what’s right.

He who weeps loses sleep.

He who sleeps loses sight.

He who fights makes it right.

He who runs avoids the sun.

He who sits understands himself.

He who cries ends up wise.

He who lies loses size.

He who travels seldom unravel.

He who loves notices doves.

He who seeks isn’t weak.

He who helps needs help himself.

He is lost but knows what’s right.

He is searching all day and night.

He is learning to narrow his sight.

He is turning darkness to light.

He has fought with nothing lost

to become a warrior in his battle.

He was trained to win his fight –

to beat enemies who appear in life.