Warrior Vs. Soldier @dVersePoets #OpenLinkNight
If you could take it back…would you?
So often, actions are nothing more than response to
stimuli…
Words from the heart
acts out of anger
rage through terror.
No matter the device
the constant instigator
Shit disturber
Like the rubber band, stretching, cracking
I finally split
Propelled beyond your wildest imagination
Mutation
Flesh shredded,
as the beast you never knew I owned
emerges.
Tearing apart the very being they had you convinced I was.
Swallow now
Once breathing returns to normal.
No fear, my dear
Blood shed is common when one awakens to truth.
It seems to be the nasty way of our species
Killing to hang on to a 17th century rule book
Based on a playing field that was eroded by the time
It made it to mass publication.
Where are we to hang the noose
When there are only brambles and castrated clay?
The sea swallowed the tree eons ago.
You whisper such sweet words
When your survival is on the line…
Yet once my back is turned
You can’t resist throwing the knife…
It’s the way of the soldier…
To do the bidding of others.
While the free thinking warriors
Take the bullets
For those too afraid to speak
It is what it is
It was what it was
And I am nothing
If not free.
If you could take it back
I wouldn’t let you
I don’t shed skin…for just anyone.
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"Killing to hang on to a 17th century rule book
Based on a playing field that was eroded by the time It made it to mass publication.
Where are we to hang the noose When there are only brambles and castrated clay?
The sea swallowed the tree eons ago."
Also enjoy "constant instigator / Shit disturber" and the rubber band imagery.
Before getting up ones behind
They like their old rules
The stupid old fools
Screw that I say
Disturb the shit I will at my bay
amazing write tash!
that is an incredible line
You're my favorite shit disturber.
Love, Mosk
A field of men—
Their souls still seen
Through a foggy mist.
I also like this line ~~ The sea swallowed the tree eons ago'~ it's like we emerge from all that has been in the past! ~ new again
As you can tell ~ your poetry moves my spirit!
Thanks!! A great read
"You whisper such sweet words
When your survival is on the line…
Yet once my back is turned
You can’t resist throwing the knife…
It’s the way of the soldier…
To do the bidding of others"
You have captured a certain kind of person perfectly here...the kind who smiles when you are present and sneers behind your back.
And then "I am nothing if not free." Our freedom is worth so much, and we have to make sure we keep it. Sometimes what we have is taken for granted until bits and pieces are eaten away and we don't realize what is gone until it is too late.
such a rich tapestry here, I need to hang it on my wall and stare at it for a while...
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/09/11/comes-the-revolution-for-riley/
I wouldn’t let you
I don’t shed skin…for just anyone."
A strong, intense, almost visceral poem. A lot of emotion felt behind and throughout. I liked this a lot.
Blood shed is common when one awakens to truth.
It seems to be the nasty way of our species
Most of us have so many sides that we don't show others too.
But there is too much about this that is too good to mention. So, I'll say
what a fabulous poem!
" If you could take it back…would you?
So often, actions are nothing more than response to stimuli…
Words from the heart
acts out of anger
rage through terror.
No matter the device
the constant instigator
Shit disturber"
Pamela
Some people think shrapnel kills instantly. That's not always true. If a person is lucky then the wounds will stop the flow of blood to the brain immediately, maybe the heart or carotid artery, if devastated enough, could cause that. He'll pass out pretty quickly and the brain will die 6 or 7 minutes later. But it's a matter of percentages, and those chances aren't high. In most cases the body is riddled with dozens or hundreds of small, sharp, metal fragments, piercing vital organs, blood vessels, and pretty important stuff. But usually it's a slow bleed, 10 minutes to 2 or 3 hours, laying there helpless in a smoky truck, maybe on it's side. Bleeding, unable to move or help herself, watching the blood flow from parts of her body. In a hostile area where help is not instant, nor even necessarily aware that she was there. I wonder if while she laid there if she had a chance to think of her mom, or say a prayer for her, or her brother... I like to think that she did.
The other thing i think about is freedom, which I think a lot of people take for granted. You mentioned it in your poem. I mean we are free. We can sleep easy at night, nestled in our blankets, and our loving families. But only because those kids are out there, those brave souls that make this life possible. We can say anything we want.... You can. People may disagree with you but they can't kill you, or put you in jail, or stop you from saying whatever it is you want to say. You can put a crucifix in a jar of piss, for God's sake, and no one can touch you.
But these people can come over and kill us by the thousands, and then kill one of the greatest kids I've ever known because she wanted to stop them?
No Tash, I don't know the difference between soldier and warrior. I only know the difference between good and evil. Ashton was good. And those bastards she was helping to kill over there, are evil......
I want a perfect world. I don't want war. But that's called Heaven and we all have to find our own path to reach it.
Powerful write Tash.... Quite thought provoking for 9/11...
"I don't shed skin
...for just anyone."
brilliant!
♥
These lines...wow:
Where are we to hang the noose
When there are only brambles and castrated clay?
The sea swallowed the tree eons ago.
Incredible writing.
" Killing to hang on to a 17th century rule book Based on a playing field that was eroded by the time It made it to mass publication" This hit me hard. I have had my own personal battle with religion and its stoning of those who don't follow their rule book.