Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Friday, April 6, 2012

Not much thought put into this one...

I'll be cliche with this one
'Cause I'm running out of time
When I was one-and-twenty
I think it may have been my prime
Confidence at an all time high
No graduation in sight
The best question to answer...
Are you going out tonight?
As a senior, one year older
I guess I feel the same way
"You only live once"
Now that's the tritest thing to say.

When I was 21?

When I was twenty-one?
Hmm, that was so long ago.
I've been locked up all this time
There's not much point to know.
But now that you are asking
I believe I can remember.
That was the year I did it
On that dark night in December
My time in here has changed me
It has laid down some new tracks
For the best, it rearranged me
I wouldn't take it back.





1 and 20

When I was one-and-twenty
I set out to find
The meaning of this life of ours,
Some guidance for the blind

I thought it would be easy,
A prompt coming of age.
In just a couple weeks
I'll have the wisdom of a sage.

A year has passed. I'm twenty-two.
The only thing I've gained
Is anxiety and pressure
From these thoughts that I have strained



Ashbah by Brian Turner an Iraqi war veteran

The ghosts of American soldiers

wander the streets of Balad by night,

unsure of their way home, exhausted,

the desert wind blowing trash

down the narrow alleys as a voice

sounds from the minaret, a soulfull call

reminding them how alone they are,

how lost. And the Iraqi dead,

they watch in silence from rooftops

as date palms line the shore in silhouette,

leaning toward Mecca when the dawn wind blows.