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[aid] => mick
[title] => Of Me and My Marine
[time] => 2006-07-15 01:11:45
[hometext] => War changes every man it brings out his weakest attributes and forces them to gain strength. Whoever you were before you left you will be infinitly different when you return. However war does not change love and love however strong cannot change war.
[bodytext] => The shallow and unforgiving night Stands to overlook nothing Every shriek, every sigh travels the brittle distance between us My light flicks on I feel you like thunder Lonely again I awake from my restlessness Much later… Forgiveness is trembling in my hands as you stand before me you're perched like an open armed fool innocently and honestly believing that I haven't changed However, we both are fragile past times my friend, stale and withered The undeniable stench of abandonment is seeping out of my pores we stand staring at each other looking to recognize what we have both left overlooked, forgotten Victim is a role you've never asked me to play until now… So twelve lives have been laid into the dust by your hands I am not a single victim, not even a casualty I am simply a sole survivor Your disaster lies not in the uncompromised reverence that you keep for your duty No. It is neither your honor nor your gentle acceptance that frightens me It is the love that you have grown for this destruction You no longer fight in the name of something greater No. Your fight has become a service not bred from valor Not summoned for defense But for lust in yourself Every shallow and unforgiving night knocks me to my knees In the images of you and what you could have been I can no longer picture you wide eyed in a foxhole Hidden securely behind all your Kevlar, uncompromised All your pride is bringing the gun to rest on your shoulder To casually fire and extinguish a life Who decided you were to grant such a gift To violently snatch it away? Where is that giggling and uncompromised boy Before this iron handed warrior? All I can see now is an empty monument of freedom No longer offering his peace. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 48 [informant] => weepingprophet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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