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The Square

As the drums and pipes played on

As the drums and pipes played Tribal King we stood our ground.  We the fresh and young troops of our King stood and watched the foolish French below.  For today we have been told it shall end here, end today.  The shout goes up and down the line, "Form ri...

Lambs

With the sound of distnce hueys

Lambs As the news from today, Sink into my soul. Sound of Hueys to the west, Bring back memories. Hot August day so long ago. New green lambs, stumble out all of 19. Look at this latest batch. As you spit, Thinking one thought. Lambs for slaught. Returnin...

I want to knowIf you ever seen the rainCome falling downAs your best friendJackCalls you backPull out your Lucky'sSit next to your demonsLook down at your glassI want to knowHave you ever seen it rain based off a CCR song      

Anonymous

The world I know

you dont need to be in the spot light to change the world

The year was 1900   After a massive war of the four Kingdoms where there was no winner only death the world was shocked to its core the world powers that once held the lands together. Where gone and chaos ruled the land the weak were killed, and the stron...

A Veterans Memory

yellow smoke swirling ahead

A Veterans Memory the wop wop of rotorsin the clearing up front yellow smoke swirling aheadthe sing sing of lead flying around you and your mates welcome to a firefight as you bring outyour wounded ....... never leave anyone behind God Bless all that have...

Flower of Youth

The Flower of Youth stood as one.

The Flower of Youth The great ancient oracles spoke of grand battles by mere men, mere mortals as their Gods watched on.This is but one short tale.The people sat in their cottages and spoke in whispers not to offend their King.  Not knowing when the Kings...

He sits and screams at nightVisions consume his dreamsFighting with no lightHe remembers all the screamsDeath all around Shells of bullets thereBodies on the groundEverybody saying prayersFear is all that's feltFighting all through the nightTakes his cant...

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Reality of War

Peace never comes when the perils of war are taken lightly.

The perils of war, are furrowed deep in the memory of many, escape seems unobtainable, within the confines of minds young and old.Those who were lost, are not only those who perished in the conflicts many, but those who were left behind to remember.The pe...

The Wielders - Prologue

If energy cannot be destroyed, then neither can a man who puts all his energy into being powerful.

It’s said that parents often try too hard to push their children into achieving their own dreams. Despite not being a conventional parent at the time, I was no exception. Melis may have been half my age, but she showed twice the potential I did at her age...

War is not beautiful. The reality of true hopelessness, of true fear, of the way a man turns when he’s faced with his own mortality has almost no redeeming qualities. The way God only appears within His soldiers at the moment they die, the tan sandy color...

Honor: Lost and Found

A leader searches for honor in the middle of World War Three...

HONOR LOST AND FOUND Kaydyn Ramirez stared at the empty room in dismay and anger. For a few seconds, she was completely still, absorbing the scene and the implications that went with it. Then she slammed the heel of her hand into the doorframe in frustrat...

A World in Turmoil

Why can't we all get along?

The world is at unrest. We're all on tenterhooks. Governments running roughshod over civilians,civilians creating militaries,turning into terrorists.We're not far from war. Humans can't get along,never could. A constant swirling of dust,symbolising the tu...

Red Rose

What is a red rose?

Something simple Something pure Something peaceful It talks no more For all its history Written in blood Red roses are lovely The color of blood People adore them Why not? For roses are lovelies Drenched in blood People love people adore They give as a to...