Never say “happy” memorial day.
A somber remembrance of those hearty, hardened souls should be the way
The air you breathe now could be part of the very last vapors that crossed their paling lips on the fields of battle then
The fields of battle, often a distant vision for most
Terrifying visions of dismay and hell for those brave enough to serve this country of ours
Trudging head-long and steadfast in a unique resolve, heroism a distant vacant thought
Helmets and worn boots and vests and blood & tear-soaked shirts are too often all that remain
Memorials to fallen hearts in foreign lands
Under the peace and solitude of a starry night
Our brave knights stare at the same far-off blinking lights in the vast darkness of a night sky
As you look up, don’t crave freedom, don’t crave admiration
Think about those that chose to fight and exasperate themselves
Think about gratitude and being humble and fighting to never let them be forgotten

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Heroes of Our Youth


The heroes of our youth
Are not long for this world
They live life at an entirely accelerated pace
And exist in constant demand from strangers
Expressions on stage are taken as either falsities or inspirations
Their true meaning held deep within
Some successes, some failures
Some gleeful projections of their heightened inspirations
Some doleful representations of inner turmoil
Some take you with them through the depths of despair
          only to help you emerge on the other side
                  on a plateau of jubilation
Express gratitude for your heroes while they’re here
For some, it is a daily battle
For some, it is a final lonely failure in a winter of fear
As a true fan, hold no wanton disregard for success but make your admiration known
These knights that forge a path through the insanity of this world for the delight of others
Present themselves but for a moment to be enjoyed
When they leave us there is such deep sorrow,
But also a joy that they have evolved beyond us to a higher plane
And then we’re left making left turns on a right turn road
No u-turns possible
No re-visitation of history possible, but in our hearts and memories
Then falling apart as we fall asunder

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