Wars, Too Front!!

There Was This Day!!

I could not stay,

the blood soaked fields,

released me.

Born in Total,

held in mind,

I had been at War,

so many times.

Countless Strikes,

a measureless door,

I found myself,

never bored.

My Father Heroed,

a proclaim on land,

I See the Hurt,

both can't stand!

One has Gone,

so another can.

To be cast out,

or put in place,

"I Fear a Throw"

might have been a day,

my mind does rue!!

Still confused

I search my 'Sight'

memories banked,

with-in my being.

Seem to Team

I become fixed,

in Tranced,

in Thought,

lost in translation of myself!

Seems so Long,

that I've been,

on battlefields,

with men.

As lives do blend,

the past is ready,

too mend.

Gold Rings were,

my begin!!

A Fiery Start,

when Two come as One.

An Incredible Song,

of Places that are not wrong,

just lost to me.

Searching the Caverns,

of this pitted life,

I sing,

I don't belong.

The Ache for Answer,

lies in the question.

The Ewe In State Is In Need, Replace?

Should this Puzzle,

a Riddle too,

make more than a Picture,

than it shall Be.

Just as Meant.

Not one of only Hope,

but to See,

things are sewn.

A Stitch in Time,

saves Nine!

A smile,

that stretched,

from Hear,

to Here,

just to know,

the Suit.

The actuality of,

"What Dreams May Come"

a movie, a show.

to Me,

at least, it's true.

How far does life go?

I Fear that Might,

reveals the sight.

That May Be A Clue For You!

No Matter,

the dimension understood,

to Ascend,

is good.

To state your fact,

after a tap,

to remind you just of could.

Will

Remain to be Seen,

to save speech,

so more could show,

the Voice of Another.

Roads

To Pave the Life,

with only Rife,

instead of what is Different,

is a signal,

too ignite difference.

A Fight

The Longevity of Ancient Rites,

will Soar,

albeit tunes.

The Music, Runes

Far Before,

and much long after,

indifference was dealt as Fare.

A Realization,

of Their rapture.

Discovery of,

"The Why"

We Come.

Nature's Spice,

you're fragrant,

not nice.

The horror of the odor,

You do express,

is just showing fear,

providing test.

How much Cents,

does this make?

Collecting for?

The Poor?

Or,

just to break,

ALL

that have a Mind to provide,

what is rankling?

Soap of the Mind,

a Keen Sense,

You are Bent,

and the smell of such should Create.

Repent!!