Casualties of War

The sun has arisen
how beautiful the morning seems
to those who walk this land.
The dogs are barking as they
chase cats up the trees,
kittens are meowing looking for their mommies.

Old man and his wife of fifty years,
work in their garden with pride
as the young folk ask for guidance.
This will fill their shelves as it
always has, what is left will go
to the strays.

Children are finding their way outside,
just another day to play with their friends nearby.
The plans were made just yesterday,
morning hide and seek and then maybe a ball game.
Their bellies are not as full as they should be,
but that is nothing out of the normal for them
so they ignore their hunger pains.

A business man just across the way
is ready to open up shop today.
He sees the pain of his community,
it has lived in poverty for many centuries.
It had always been like this since he could remember,
when he can he passes out commodities to
those that he knows always go without.

And then it happens!
Sirens are going off!
This cannot be good!
Death is near to those who understood!

Missiles made from Satan's hands are flying through the air,
striking everyone who stands near.
It does not search only for the evil man, it kills all in its wake.
The children who had their play dates planned,
now lay silent in a puddle of blood on the ground.
Their bodies are mangled, what there is left,
their beautiful faces now resemble the angel of death.

The elderly man cradles his wife of fifty years,
he face is wet with his tearful memories.
He had hoped he would be the one to go first,
he had never imagined that this would be the end
to a beautiful marriage.

A mother has finally freed herself from her homes destruction,
she races from her once comforting house in search of her family.
Dropping to her knees she can run no farther,
she sees the remains of  her daughter.
She weeps as she screams for help,
she can smell the burnt flesh and bones protruding from her body.
She knows this is the end but she cannot except it,
she still screams for help knowing it won't come.
Everything goes numb!

Thousands of miles away people bicker
about who is right and who is wrong.
Who cares about the death toll and blood shed?
Who cares about the truth that is so easily found
in our history books, we fight on like we have
something to say that will change the truth of yesterday.

As we look beyond the truth
and those that lay silent in homemade graves,
we think to ourselves without a tear in our eye
they received what they deserved,
good riddance and good bye!

For they were not humans you see,
we call them nothing more than Casualties of War!

Battered Shadows book sale

We are trying to make this the month that NCADV will finally get their first royalty check from the book "Battered Shadows". It has been a long road for this book but there has been hope this month with great hearts who want to help such a wonderful group of people. Right now the book is on sale so please go buy a copy if you can. It only takes eleven dollars to help someone in need of food or shelter. The abused need that second chance, will you be a partner in helping that dream come true? Here is the link to go buy the book and thank you

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Radio host, hmmm could be exciting :)

Religious Wars

Last night my middle aged daughter asked me a question that had been bugging her but because of her belief in the bible she had not asked it out loud. Maybe it was because she was trying to figure out the answer on her own or it was because she was worried that God would look at her differently if she did. Maybe it was because she didn't want to seem like a traitor to her own people, I do not know the answer to that or the answer to the question that she asked me. To be honest I did not even answer her because I did not know the answer at the time, and I still may not but here is what I believe. 

Her question- Why do we go to war with other countries and ourselves over religion? 

Her thoughts about her question- We were raised Christians and so we believe in our God and our bible, it is a way of life for us. BUT other religions were raised the same way and completely believe in their bible and way of living. We make them seem bad when we are making them bad by telling them who and what to believe in. We argue over who's God is better and right and we should not be allowed to. Other countries don't kill us for believing in our God so what makes us kill them and make up different reasons to make it look like it is okay?

At first my thought was WOW this kid has really thought this through for a thirteen year old. I also knew right off that it had to be hard for her to speak the words that she was thinking because she has always been the bible pusher in our home and she loves her God to the fullest. I have for a very long time wondered the same thing, how can we say their God is not just as great at ours? You will hear people say the answer is this, our God does not wish to kill others as these TERRORIST Gods do. But is that the truth or the made up truth we want others to believe? Are they only protecting their beliefs as we do when we go and murder children and their families in other countries? Who is the real terrorist, them or us? I hate to say this but I will! I believe we are! We find any reason to start a war just because someone is not like us and do not believe like us. We go fight for these people "so called rights" as we are losing more of ours everyday. 

I refuse to tell my children that our God is the better God because I have no proof that that is true, I have not read their bibles and I have not sat in their churches during services. I refuse to listen to the media and I refuse to listen to our Government when they spin their tales of why it is okay for us to go into another country and murder innocent people. There is not one country that does not have BAD GUYS, there is not one religion that does not have corrupt followers. I do not believe we should go anywhere and tell others what to believe in when we have that war right here in the Untied States. I think all bibles should be in our schools, not just the one that we believe in and I believe the Untied States would be better off it that were allowed and they just left everyone else alone. 

My answer to her will be this- In their own way they have taken our right from us in which beliefs are right and wrong because we can no longer pray in schools as we once did. But for all of you that will only agree with that one statement think of this, who started the war against religions? Blame your own people before you blame other countries, for we taught them well! 

Homestead Reality

Two old people sit quietly on their porch,
they admire all that they had worked for.
The garden is smaller than years gone by,
the swing that they are swinging in has saw
better days. They do not care about the squeak
that they can hear, for in their younger days
a baby rest silently near.

That old barn that can been seen in the far
off distance, well it use to be red with shiny
new hinges. They smile in remembrance of
the first cow that bedded there, it filled many
bottles for the babies that cried in their arms.

Off to the side their once beautiful pond still
holds croaking toads, the weeds are grown
over like it had never been used. But they
do not care because their memories are of
long ago days, where their children had learned
how to swim in their childish amazement.

Least but not last, there it still sits! That once
white picket fence. Oh he remembers well the
day that they had found this place, his wife was
dead set on raising her soon to be babies on
this dwelling. Now the white has washed away,
like the youth that they shared happily as a
family.

The neighbors stare and gawk at the un-kept
homestead, but they wouldn't trade one thing
about it even if they were made. They can hear
them now talking, "have you seen it" and
"can you believe it". But they do not care
as they swing away, for this was the house
that they made a home as they watched their
children play and grow.

They stand up hand in hand, walking into
the house that they love dear. It is time to
cook supper for the grandchildren that
soon would be here!

Poetry flaws

I have been asked a thousand times
why do I write. I write to release negative
and positive emotions. It is like my silver
lining to everything no matter what
the outcome may be.

I use to crave the creativity of
the words that you and me could
understand and relate to. How exciting
to make something out of nothing.
How compelling it is to find your
own therapy just through the words
that you feel inside of your mind.

Of course I have written about
love and loss, depression and hope
and everything else in between
the lines of life and living. Maybe
once in a blue moon even something
more provocative depending on
my mood and where I may be.

How exciting it was to search and
join every poetry show that I could.
Recite my own words and listen to
the beauty of those who also joined.
But it got tiresome, no longer could
I enjoy my children sitting beside me
listening to what use to be pure pleasure
and beauty.

Where has all of the heartfelt scribes
gone and why has it turned into something
that our children can no longer learn from?
We hear of night pleasures that are best
left behind closed doors. How silly we have
become when this gift God gave us is
pushed aside just to see how many of
the opposite sex wish to join us in our
make believe beds.

Because of this I next to never search
for those shows that I use to crave. Because
of this I just stroll down my timeline reading
to my hearts desire. But then there it was,
stolen property to go with our words. This
has become something of the norm! We cry
our anger when someone slides in and takes
our words as their own but yet we take an
artist photo like they mean nothing at all.

I have heard it all, why then do they put
it out there for everyone to see. Have we
forgotten that we do the same, does that
mean it is up for grabs in thievery? Can
we drop the name of the starving artist
that created the beauty we wish to use?
Maybe show them respect as we ourselves
would wish?

I don't know, maybe it is time to take a
break. Enjoy the real world and not the
fake. And we wonder why ten poetry books
will never sell as many as one novel may.

I have broken my own heart "myself and one hell of a country singer has been working on this and it will be out for everyone to hear soon: EXCITED

I have broken my own heart

leaving myself bruised and torn

clinging to the gates of hell with bloodied fingers

begging for the dark to let me join

I have lain restless nights in this lonesome bed

with a bottle of southern comfort

resting softly in my hand.

All of my energy has been wasted away

for the sun has risen and I have not slept in days.

What I wouldn't have given

 if you had opened your eyes,

what I wouldn't have lost if mine had not been

blinded by your country loving lies.

Anticipating what I knew was not worth the battle,

I gave all that I had and made up what I didn't.

I believed in the fairy tales

where dreams were forbidden,

another drink of this poison,  maybe I'll forget

I have broken my own heart

leaving myself bruised and torn

clinging to the gates of hell with bloodied fingers

begging for the dark to let me join

Yea I have broken my own heart with

every ounce of will that I could muster.

I have paced these floors screaming

at god for the answers that he would not share.

Yea I have broken my heart and done all that I could,

I made sure that the one I loved

would never step near me anymore.

I ran into the dark looking for my own way,

I came out stronger no longer

 begging to hear your name.

I have broken my own heart

leaving myself bruised and torn

clinging to the gates of hell with bloodied fingers

begging for the dark to let me join.

I have broken my own heart believing

I could never move on.

I found the love of my life in the corner of these hills.