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My Memories haunt me like a scorned lover,
They will not return,
And yet they tempt and tease me endlessly

On the many Roadways of Life
The Road to Nowhere
Is the easiest to travel

Warrior Soul

When the warrior soul
Ceased to be a leader
and has his spirit stolen away
Imprisoned in a bureaucratic lie
The gates of Valhalla are barred to him
His deeds go unsung
His victories to naught
Cast back into the depths of hell
Which he has known all levels
For a time that is much too long
Friends and family are not his rescuers
No one of medicine can heal
The wounds that have severed his soul
A silent scream from an unbearable pain
Of a torture that never ends
With release never in his blinded sight

Shelter from the Storm

I don’t ask for shelter from the storm,
For the storm is my friend.
With it’s change
It challenges me to be what I am.
With it I define what I can do
This definition changes with me
And betters me for the world
And in turn betters the world
With the constant variation of my outlook
As long as I open my eyes
And fear not what can be learned
For knowledge is the power
That carries us forever on
To own at least a small portion
Of the vast void,
Which is the unknown?
That we make into our world.

The Finest Lady

There was the finest Lady
Who walked out of my dreams,
From portions of my mind
That I had never seen

She filled my spirit
And made my heart soar
Beauty of which I cannot describe
The only things I knew
Was I wanted her to be happy
And per chance to be with her more.

Even as fate had crossed our paths
It laughed at our happiness
And ensured our relationship
Would not last

As good as I wanted to be to her
Would never come to pass
For I had skeletons
Attached upon my back.

For all the wonder she held for me
There were also demons
Of the recent past
That would not let her be.

The timing of our encounter
Seemed somehow to have sorrow
As if the inertia of our wishes
Doomed us both apart

I don’t know if I left her
Or if she pushed me away
But this is only in the physical sense
For my love for her is eternal

Each Person Enters a Hell
Of Their own choosing and design
Willingly...
And those that don't chance this entry
Will find one anyway.

As the Son of a Son of a Sailor
I Looked to the Sky for adventure
Riding on the machines that soared the heavens
I found more than I ever imagined
But fixing these machines impoverished my soul
And made Adventures nothing more that memories
Memories that few others would ever have
And memories that so many
Would be fortunate to never have...

Do you desire to see Evil?
Look into your own human heart
For all Evil that exists hides there

Memories are all that you can keep

How can one
Be betrayed by truth
When it hides
Behind our eyes
Dancing like a chameleon
On wisps of air
Through the mists
Of time

The hardest part of war to a military person is not the bullets, the exposions, the death, and the pain. The hardest part is the quiet time after when you have time to think, and remember...

I have a new wife, my first Marriage and my last for this will last forever and then some...

If I may borrow some words from a song by the musical group "The Cult". The song "Painted On My Heart"

I thought you'd be out of my mind
And I’d finally found a way to learn to live without you
I thought it was just a matter of time
Till I had a hundred reasons not to think about you

But it's just not so
And after all this time, I still can't let go

I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory, baby

I've got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, baby

I've tried everything that I can
To get my heart to forget you
But it just can't seem to

I guess it's just no use
In every part of me
Is still a part of you

And I’ve still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory, baby

I've got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of her fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, baby

I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart, oh baby

Something in your eyes keeps haunting me
I'm trying to escape you
And I know there ain 't no way to
To chase you from my mind

DunRoamin", DunCarin', DunLivin'...

Could you fancy me as a pirate bold,
Or a longship Viking warrior
With the old Gods on his side..

Jethro Tull "Seal Driver"

There are women and women and some hold you tight
while some leave you counting the stars in the night

Elton John "Come Down In Time"

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My Memories haunt me like a scorned lover, They will not return, And yet they tempt and tease me endlessly	On the many Roadways of Life The Road to Nowhere Is the easiest to travel
*Warrior Soul* When the warrior soul Ceased to be a leader and has his spirit stolen away Imprisoned in a bureaucratic lie The gates of Valhalla are barred to him His deeds go unsung His victories to naught Cast back into the depths of hell Which he has known all levels For a time that is much too long Friends and family are not his rescuers No one of medicine can heal The wounds that have severed his soul A silent scream from an unbearable pain Of a torture that never ends With release never in his blinded sight	*Shelter from the Storm* I don’t ask for shelter from the storm, For the storm is my friend. With it’s change It challenges me to be what I am. With it I define what I can do This definition changes with me And betters me for the world And in turn betters the world With the constant variation of my outlook As long as I open my eyes And fear not what can be learned For knowledge is the power That carries us forever on To own at least a small portion Of the vast void, Which is the unknown? That we make into our world.
*The Finest Lady* There was the finest Lady Who walked out of my dreams, From portions of my mind That I had never seen She filled my spirit And made my heart soar Beauty of which I cannot describe The only things I knew Was I wanted her to be happy And per chance to be with her more. Even as fate had crossed our paths It laughed at our happiness And ensured our relationship Would not last As good as I wanted to be to her Would never come to pass For I had skeletons Attached upon my back. For all the wonder she held for me There were also demons Of the recent past That would not let her be. The timing of our encounter Seemed somehow to have sorrow As if the inertia of our wishes Doomed us both apart I don’t know if I left her Or if she pushed me away But this is only in the physical sense For my love for her is eternal	Each Person Enters a Hell Of Their own choosing and design Willingly... And those that don't chance this entry Will find one anyway.
	As the Son of a Son of a Sailor I Looked to the Sky for adventure Riding on the machines that soared the heavens I found more than I ever imagined But fixing these machines impoverished my soul And made Adventures nothing more that memories Memories that few others would ever have And memories that so many Would be fortunate to never have...
	Do you desire to see Evil? Look into your own human heart For all Evil that exists hides there
Memories are all that you can keep		How can one Be betrayed by truth When it hides Behind our eyes Dancing like a chameleon On wisps of air Through the mists Of time
The hardest part of war to a military person is not the bullets, the exposions, the death, and the pain. The hardest part is the quiet time after when you have time to think, and remember...