Remember Them

If you are able,
Save for them a place inside of you
And save one backward glance
When you are leaving, for the places the can no longer go.
Be not ashamed to say you loved them
Though you may
Or may not have always
Take what they have left
And what they taught you with their dieing
And keep it with your own
And in that time
When men decide and feel safe
To call the war insane
Take one moment to embrace
Those gentle heroes
You left behind

Major Michael Davis O'Donnel
1 January 1970
Dak To
Vietnam

The future

This is disposable throw it away
This is an animal dont let it stray
That was the past so leave it behind
This is the future its all in our minds

Love

And in those words were hell divine
As if of salamander and turpentine she spoke;
instead of simple words.
As if the world were new and old at once
And pain did at last eschew the lonely and the feared and poured forth; a dawn of fire and tears
In those words the Gods did walk
Instead of simple talk
Of Love

The City

Its cold, in the morning, amidst the concrete and glass
Its cold, in the morning and here I am, sitting on my ass,
Coffee and a cigarette fill up my mind.
The City wakes up at a very early hour
comes alive quickly slowly
in a rush of light and sound and smell and power
I wander amidst tall towers and flashing lights
I smell the smells and see the sights
of my city coming back to life.

A Poem for you

The Sea rides high the waves,
Above the Sea;Clouds
flow and drift through blue void.
Seeming tho it was
Oil on webs of water.