9 am

Collaboration between myself and Emily Burns. Hope you enjoy it. I enjoyed working with her once again.

9 AM

Never wishing to taste my own tears again
Covering myself with the night air
thick and warm, shallow stench of fear
A familiar smell I have known
with this I know I’m home

Memories of a dream
glances of a life lived--before--
I remember home
that place before tears.

As missionaries gather in the battlefields
their words seem so meaningless
Something they just can't explain
but we all need something to believe
I find comfort in myself and this place

As soldiers gather in the worship places
their actions seem so fruitless
They explain and explain
because we all need something to believe
I need to feel comfort in my home

Voices lay echoing in my heart
Hearing the distant songs for the east
Knowing Forever slips through our grasp
Home is where the heart is
mine lays wounded in a Foreign land

Melodies lay distant
martial songs pounding rhythms of war
Forever lays distant
slipping away from careless fingers
Home lays distant
far from where I now stand.

War hawks preach their lies
leading the innocent to die
Surrendering truth for pride
Be still thoughts of what we had done
in the name of freedom
Trace my path back home

Back to innocence
Back to Faith
Back to truthfulness.
Erase the memories of what we had done.
Trace my path back home.

Author's Note

Collaboration between myself and Emily Burns. Hope you enjoy it. I enjoyed working with her once again.

Reviews

[Nick Erickson]

"Never wishing to taste my own tears again
Covering myself with the night air
thick and warm, shallow stench of fear
A familiar smell I have known
with this I know I'm home"

This stanza speaks so loudly - the stench of fear - is that now the memories of our "home"?

"As missionaries gather in the battlefields..."
"As soldiers gather in the worship places..."
"War hawks preach their lies..."

The tone of these words speak of the emptiness that surrounds many - empty beliefs, empty hope, empty sermons and empty promises...

"Back to innocence
Back to Faith
Back to truthfulness.
Erase the memories of what we had done.
Trace my path back home."

The end of this piece is so peaceful - thinking about what may be if there is voice loud enough, people strong enough.

This is a brilliant collaboration - a poem worth reading across the airwaves for all to hear and take a stance -take hope.

Well done!! - just doesn't do this piece justice...

[Emily B]

how are you, anyway?

[Maria F. Rojas]

Aw, beautiful! I love it already!

[Spoken]

*sigh*.... it's a beautiful thing when two great poets join and watch the words puddle and form on paper... strong words leaving images floating in my mind and leaves me filled with love of my home and sorrow for those who sacraficed home so others may live within it. brilliant!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was wonderfully fantastic, very deep and powerful, had to come back and read it again.

[Emily B]

Gosh, while I was on your page I came back to read this again. Time away made the words seem so different. Your words always elicit such unimagine responses from me. Things I would never think to write on my own suddenly flow forth from places I've never explored.

Thank you for sharing that with me.

[vindictivesunshine]

this is really good, i got exactly what u were going for and it was amazing.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Wonderful message you two have gathered to create. So Truthful and fulfilling. Thank you for sharing your wonderful talent.
Light,
Siddartha

[Gandré]

"Back to innocence
Back to Faith
Back to truthfulness.
Erase the memories of what we had done.
Trace my path back home. " ---------------------------this was my favorite stanza. I adored how you guys put together such a beauty I think, a protest never has been more beautiful. great job !!

[Papa Smurf]

Simply wonderful. It was perfectly stated.