Tributes

April 10^th 2005

This 'book' will be about tributes. To my sister, my Ma, or to a cause. Children, drunks, the abuised. Whatever kind of tribute I may come up with.

Soldiers End - 6:35 p.m. 5/27/05

A weary soldier fighting back tears.
Blood soiling his powerful hands.
In the mud upon his battered knees.
Rain pounding on his bowed head.
A still smoking gun at his side.
A body lying infront of him.

He fought for us, but at the cost is his life.
Cynical eyes viewed the world through grime.
No longer felt warmth with each kill.
He fought so that his family could be free.
Even though it meant being a slave himself.
His chains were in the form of his honor and love.

A crying soldier at the end of his battle.
The blood of his kills marking his soul.
His dead body lying in the mud.
The rain washes his sins away.
His gun is swept away by the flood.
The soul of a soldier rises into Heaven.

Sisterly Shoving - ? ?(Older Poem)

You make the word bitch,
and can be so damn hard.
Sometimes I wish you would just go,
and leave me to my misery,
but you're always there,
pushing, and shoving me out the door,
not letting me have my peace alone.
You growl, you hit and scream,
and drag me through this miserable world.
Go away! Leave me the Hell alone,
but you're always there, picking me up,
brushing me off, and pushing me on.
Always there, helping me through this world,
with your ever sisterly shoving

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