Monday, November 12, 2012

I Don't Love You

I Don’t Love You…


I don’t love you with my eyes.  
They’re too weak, and weary. 
They’ve watched too much. 
Followed too many. 
They are stained, and strained, and frozen. 
Fixed on the physical. 
Reckless and uncommitted… Bloodshot. 
They look, but they don’t see.


I don’t love you with my mind. 
It wonders, and wanders. 
Spins in circles. 
Moves back and forth between 
yes, no, and maybe…  
It reasons too much. 
Asks too many damn questions. 
Interrogates. Judges… 
It tries to put you, and place you, and peg you. 
Shove you into a makeshift box. 
It tells me to stop. 
Be smart. 
Think through… 
Shut down.


I don’t love you with my body. 
It soaks in your skin. 
It swerves with your lines and 
stumbles with your curves. 
It makes love to your angles… 
Stares at your shape… 
Magnetic and mystified. 
It’s here, and now, and ready… 
But it’s not lasting.  
It’s not familiar with Fate and never 
been friends with Forever.  
It feels, but it doesn’t finish.


I don’t love you with my heart. 
It’s big, but battered. 
It’s pure, but pained… 
It’s honest, and open, and hopeful, and true…. 
It wants. 
And needs. 
And longs… 
But it’s too soft to hold onto these edges. 
It’s too hard to cushion every fall. 
Too naive to notice the necessary. 
Too old to forget the scars…. 
It cries too much.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Thank A Vet


Thank A Vet
by William A Predeau

Many people travel to our shores
To escape their world of strife
and leave their troubled lands behind
To enjoy our way of life

But our way of life in America
Didn't come easy, so don't forget
If you love what we enjoy today
Be sure and thank a Vet

They shed there blood on foreign shores
to help keep others free
and many never came back home
to their wives and family

Many Fathers, Sons and daughters
Still battle in distant sand
May they never be forgotten
Nor the fight they have at hand

The bells will toll in their honor
As long as we never forget
America is what it is today
Thank God, and thank a Vet

A Veteran Asks

Some wonder what to say to a Veteran
On Veteran's Day, or what to give.
We ask for nothing.
You see parades are for one day,
But memories are forever.
We don't ask for money,
We did not serve for that.
Fame is for those that like the spotlight,
We prefer humbleness.

So what does a Veteran ask for?
Rememberance
That's all.
Remember what we gave
That sometimes is not visible.
Remember our comrades
That lie beneath stones of white.
Remember to stand up
When a flag passes.
It hurts us when so many
Ignore our flag we served.

Say "Thank You",
It may only take a moment to say that,
But the words last a lifetime.

You see, when you say Thank You,
It makes us feel like you understand.
You understand the many months we were
Away from our families.
The many tears that we shed when
We saluted a flag draped coffin.

But not to be alarmed
If we do not answer back.
We maybe fighting memories
Or holding back the tears.
You see, we are still proud,
That lip I have, I try to hide.
Those memories that weaken me,
I try not to share.

Veterans...
          ..we only ask to be remembered.

Friday, November 2, 2012

The Coughin'


A man is walking home alone late one foggy night... 

when behind him he hears:


Bump...


BUMP...


BUMP...


Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog he makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him.

BUMP...

BUMP...

BUMP...

Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him.

FASTER...

FASTER...

BUMP...

BUMP... 

BUMP...

He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him.

However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping.

clappity-BUMP...

clappity-BUMP...

clappity-BUMP...

on his heels. The terrified man runs.

Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, the man locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps.

With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.

Bumping and clapping toward him.

The man screams and reaches for something, anything, but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup!

Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket...

and,

(hopefully you're ready for this!!!)

The coffin stops.