Remembering You And Being Nineteen

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icebox
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since 2003-05-03

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in the shadows

0 posted 2009-02-21 06:48 PM

I dreamt I was still double strapped and earning money,
leather wrapped
with cash paid honeys waiting in the wings,
it was the moon I think
or just a howling wind,
or maybe all the drink I'd had before walking into night,
a thin last night
a night of wishes,
wishes for oblivion,
I'd yet to learn the premium on death
back then;
in quiet times when nightmares rest
I know we were the best our generation had to give
to live or die was not a thought that troubled me
back then
I was nineteen and old,
to walk with open eyes
no thought of cost into jaws of fire
meant I'd already given up my life for lost,
yet I brought it home,
if this is home,
the price of those wars still demands its monthly due
while you and I,
if you're still alive,
lean numb against a tide of lies
dished up by politicians and their entourage
in words made dizzy from the spin
driven by a motley crew of hangers on,
served daily
while I watch my bloodied hands aging
as they stretch to turn themselves to other wishful dreams.

©2009 by icebox
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Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

1 posted 2009-02-21 09:38 PM

The raw intensity of this aches.
Some will never fathom the forever price you paid.

gilead
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since 2008-03-10

Posts 1067
nevada, USA

2 posted 2009-02-21 09:52 PM

A magnificent "song of yourself" that resonates as a song for the many. I truly appreciate this poem.

art

SEA

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Member Seraphic

since 2000-01-18

Posts 22676
with you

3 posted 2009-02-22 12:46 PM

I can't begin to understand, the things you know...

Margherita
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since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

4 posted 2009-02-22 08:06 AM

Oh, Charlie, your voice is so powerful. I hope that this poem, as well as others you have written before, will reach those hearts of stone who have never allowed themselves to see beyond the surface and to acknowledge the weight of emotions of those who have met and traveled through hell right here on Earth.

Not to forget! Outstanding write.

Love and warm hugs.
Margherita

nakdthoughts
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since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

5 posted 2009-02-22 08:49 AM

"I (He) was nineteen and old,
to walk with open eyes
no thought of cost into jaws of fire
meant I'd (He'd)already given up my(His) life for lost,
yet I (He)brought it home,
if this is home,
the price of those wars still demands its monthly due
while you(He) and I,"

paying the price even now, in delayed reaction...as have many.

Understanding the full cost yet never knowing the actual feel having not been in the field myself.

M

Martie

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since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

6 posted 2009-02-22 01:07 PM

Charly....always

serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

7 posted 2009-02-22 08:33 PM

Is everyone so brave at nineteen?

I dunno...but surviving the memories is worthy of recognition.

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