http://www.blogger.com/app/post.pyra?blogID=8650790 neilsthepoet blog: May 2008

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Exiled

Exiled while still residing in my nation
Orphaned from my living family’s home
And you’ve still got the nerve to ask

Why my heart is as cold as stone



Neils
5:26 pm
05/28/2008

Sunday, May 11, 2008

I laid my Spirit to rest

I laid my Spirit to rest
With my hammer of Thor

Often for two or three months
He would disappear at a time
Then he would suddenly be there again
It was like a miracle of a kind

He was strong and willful
Funny and affectionate too
The dogs even stood back a bit
He had that kind of affect on you

He had claws as sharp as razors
He had a purr that could charm
He’d sleep out in the cold or heat
Or curl up in your arms

He was my familiar
And I’ll miss the Hell out of him
He brought warmth to my heart
And now the lights a little less dim

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He was as black as night
And as beautiful as any storm
I was alone on the highway
When into my life he was born

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When he was young
He’d go looking for a fight
He was always on the prowl
And doin what a cat thought was right

Later when he got older
He did less roaming around
But no one took his territory
No one ever took him down

He was ferocious when he fought
All out fury rage and skill
Un-relentless in the attack
He never did surrender his will

But he had his humor
Like taking a swat at you
When you walked too close by
And didn’t look at what he wanted you to

He could eat a helleva lot
I was amazed at how much he could
A chicken thigh a half can of food
And some dry food on the side did him good

With the obligatory bowl of milk
From time to time to time
I liked him and loved him a lot
He was a true one of a kind

In Honorous Memoria


Neils
11:32 am
05/11/2008
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transcribed this time
11:35 am
05/11/2008



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Wednesday, May 07, 2008

It is a hard path to walk

It is a hard path to walk

When one chooses the warriors way
It is not always based on talk
Or in negotiating everything you say

Sometimes it's us or them
Sometimes it's me or him
And you do everything you can
To keep the other guys chances slim

It takes a lot of training
Thinking sweat and sacrifice
You learn to instinctually trust each other
You don't always have time to repeat yourself twice

But we do give a damn about our nation
Our loved ones family and friends
And we are willing to walk it out there
Where you don't have the luxury of depends

You run you gun
You read letters from home
We all live for each other
Because in the end

We all die alone

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I still have brothers I'll never forget
I still have moments of stark sheer fear
I still try to speak for those who can't anymore
And it is only for them I shed any tears

But I love you anyway
Even if I'm not understood
And if I had to do it all again
I know I would

War never leaves you
I see it on the young men coming back
To me....

They look like young wolves
Just trying to find their pack




Neils
9:14 pm
05/07/2008
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transcribed this time
9:41 pm
05/07/2008


N.....again