Ten thousand words written that the masses may know how I feel,
Printed upon electronic pages with ones and zeros that seem surreal,
Antiquity has overcome my frame yet my mind must release my heart,
When the darkness of forever overtakes my vessel I leave words to part,
Unspoken words sprinkled upon tomorrow’s paper of plastic to be read,
A fairytale of modern yore of an angel that came to be from inside my head,
No villainous wolf hidden beyond the hill but of truth from a country boy,
Clad with only fear and void the armor of old he too was forced to deploy,
A million voices cried across the land resounding words of youthful revolt,
The men of draft became forgotten victims of gunpowder’s resounding jolt,
And the seeds planted within his heart grew beyond his ability to contain,
While his brother’s of war cried to be seen as the cruel truth of a dark stain,
From the ashes of destruction and a thousand miles from nowhere she came,
A soft vision from the place of his birth brought comfort to a tortured brain,
Appearing in the distance too far from reach yet it was known she was there,
Near a duplicate of the photograph he tenderly held at night stroking her hair,
As he whispered tender words of love from within the silence he’d not said,
Then began the searing of dragons breathe as napalm danced above his head,
Non yielding to the roaring sound as others ran he stayed with her as they fled,
With a tear of goodbye to a vision he left to find mortar had left the others dead,
Through raging storm he survived with the iron will of unworn armor but her,
Villagers fled their homes as flying iron dragons belched fire in a warring offer,
They carried children and freed many more yet reported word said other,
As children fired upon men defense came hard and men soon cried for mother,
She came to him that night and reached to place her hand upon his chest,
Will I ever come home to hold you again he cried as he worried the rest,
Known to not be afraid yet fear raged deep inside that he’d never go home,
Near midnight she would come and each night he spoke to an image unknown,
Times passage found him in many other lands of foreign tongue and word,
Missions of secret surveillance of a red land most likely now sound absurd,
She continued to give support when desperation came to him she’d appear,
From loving her he found comfort and direction to overcome his growing fear,
Gathered in a smoky room the men gathered round for beer and tales of yore,
Revelation of his secret came from one stationed with him over a year or more,
He secretly speaks to an angel when he’s afraid but we know it’s in his head,
Unknown to all they’d never gather with him again but not from anything said,
In the darkness of the room he was whispering to someone outside the window,
And some saw her form in the air as escaping smoke surrounded her to show,
If of his mind the energy of his love placed her there to be seen by more than one,
Worry showed upon her beautiful face as she warned of atrocities to be done,
Will I ever come home he softly asked of her then he said hello, to restart it all,
As her faint form began to fade from their view the men who saw tried to recall,
Those of little faith that believe in nothing saw nothing as she was of the heart,
A tender moment planting seeds of future love that now have a chance to start,
Instead of sleep he wrote comforting words of love if he was laid to rest in loam,
And the war moved from war’s stage to subways, buses, and the roads of home,
Secretly he crossed into the hidden war filled with more fear than he had known,
Clutching her photo tight he knew the seeds of his destiny had been sewn,
Of her and for her he said to himself as memories of protestors hate came too,
What is death’s value for soldiers that are vigilant on foreign soil for likes of you,
A trip home brought questions of patriotism he had never known before,
Deeply injured by protestors venomous contempt for the drafted men to war,
A million words written of hate yet non mentioned the hero’s left behind,
Headlines showed horrible acts of a criminal few to brand all of evil mind,
Memories of searching for her played over in his mind wondering where,
And now he stands on foreign soil remembering who he was back there,
The darkness of death had flavored his thoughts when at last he prayed,
Words of love formed in his mind with need to write of her before love frayed,
The fear he knew was not of death but of her loss before departing the fray,
That night before he left he did the unknown and knelt down to softly pray,
Someway somehow I pray return me to her arms no matter what I have to do,
With but ten steps across the line pursuit began but soon beyond the two,
Was this the beginning of a miracle that would release him of military hold,
Prayers answered may inflict pain not thought of in pursuit of the gold,
And he ran and he ran as if a thousand years of life had run through his veins,
Pushing his will to extremes so great that even his will felt his will strains,
Fear filled his body more than ever before as he realized his time may be near,
Her photograph may be exposed he feared so he wrapped it securely up his rear,
A million words of love sprinkled the debris of fallen structures in waste too long,
He felt the blow behind his head and made a vow to her that he would be strong,
Each word he had written to her flowed through his mind as he tried to endure,
Photographs and poetry rhymes flowed from his heart as his mind felt secure,
Torment and pain interlaced his days in forms dating back to medieval times,
Upon a rack to stretch sinew and dislocate bone he wrote her pretty rhymes,
Some day I will return to you he vowed to kiss upon your nape of tenderness,
My lips will trace your tender lines from shoulder to ear with my lips caress,
She came to him in times so dire his spirit departed his beaten frame to rest,
Using wrapped wood to beat his flesh creating bruises deep below his chest,
As he softly cried at night he whispered his poetry into her ear though unseen,
It became the norm to see him speaking to an angel no one else had seen,
Words written of an angel of beautiful form in places of mystical beauty,
To survive the meanest of men he dreamed of her in spite of their cruelty,
Once upon a darkened night with most light hidden by storm and blackout,
Some say they saw her there that night he pulled the cruelest intention out,
It appeared he held her hand and spoke to her before he screamed in pain,
Without loving her a wire bush pushed into his raped rectum would remain,
And he ran into the wilderness with her to escape the tortures for awhile,
For within his mind anything with her was possible just to see her smile,
Her parted lips from a goodbye kiss remained embedded within his heart,
Without time’s falling sand great memories of lover’s lore could not start,
A million words in rhyme of loving her would be written for all to read,
One day the world will read of his love for her and his never ending need,
Let’s have a round of applause sings a choir of angels in watch from above,
One of our own has captured the heart of this iron willed man so deeply in love,
Each night before midnight she prays for him and wonders if he is alright,
The pull on her heart is heavy as she senses her man has a dimming life-light,
In feces he lays unable to stand as dislocation had taken its due in full,
The photo so lovingly placed deep inside is there floating in his blood pool,
Her heart breaks to see the one she so loves so weak and unable to stand,
Is she a ghost of mental creation or from a conjoined dream of God’s hand,
A gentle uniting of love as her ghostly image lifts his torn lip for a tender kiss,
Her hazel eyes are soft with sorrow as she prays her man will remember this,
In a dream of her heart she stands there in full praying he will soon be awake,
Let him return to me whole she prayed, how much more can my poor man take,
More blood filled the floor than what coursed through his veins this day,
Each beat of his heart was amiss as it struggled to go on that he may stay,
The charge of her force flows from her tender hand as she presses his chest,
Life force shared of her heart brought him from the light beyond earth’s crest,
A million words of spiritual visions and of love are written in attempt to explain,
Printed upon paper and electronic pages the mysteries of visions still remain,
He woke from beyond and looked around the cell to find her picture was free,
As he struggled to move the most beautiful photograph was in front to see,
Fear grew in his heart upon realizing tormentors hands would tear it apart,
Let it be written upon these electronic pages he cleaned her photo to start,
He wanted to cleanse her photograph but he wore underwear made of mud,
He used what he had and licked her photo clean of his feces and his blood,
Tears fell from his eyes as he feared her image may fade or even worse,
What if her photograph was ruined because of what I did or didn’t disperse,
Losing her would break his heart as she was his only treasure of gold,
And the sound across America was of rage as hate of soldiers took hold,
Voices shouting hate against the war’s draft soon focused against the men,
Throwing stones and debris towards men in camouflage preventing a win,
Political unrest creates a scene as 50,000 voices unite against the force,
A movement flowed across the land that threw the soldiers far off course,
To be drafted and then hated by those protesting the draft seemed unreal,
What a contradiction to hate the poor drafted me that had no way to appeal,
Be drafted and shipped to war, become a deserter, or enlist were our choices,
And now we have no support from the United million strong protestor voices,
Three weeks ago he had been home to find the one he had sought was gone,
Add to the misery of her loss the protesting masses seemed so wrong,
The loneliness he knew while performing covert ops returned in full,
Yet as he felt the miseries inflicted upon his frame he still felt her pull,
Because of rectal damage he hid her photo into a small crack in the wall,
The photo could not be placed within his frame because of damage and all,
The kindness of a captor brought water and vodka to kill his anal pain,
A pressure wash shower cleansed the filth from his damaged frame,
His chest felt burned as he thought of the dream he had of angels touch,
From the depth of his heart he felt her there, oh he longed for her so much,
Was it the pull of her he felt from so far away as if to pull him back home,
Within the cell a million words of love had fallen on the floor to be unknown,
Barely hanging on he cried for her as each dislocated joint created pain,
Each movement made created self inflicted pain much to his disdain,
Each whisper he spoke in poetry verse would remain forever in the cell,
So many beautiful lines written for her that he memorized most to later tell,
Without her there in photograph or vision form he knew he couldn’t survive,
When the darkness of death was near her beautiful face is what kept him alive,
And his heart would rhyme in verse so beautiful each line would bring tears,
A teenage angel of love that when he is in danger her beautiful form appears,
His release came in a detainee exchange although this was hardly his game,
The work he did was the dirty portion that made his experience the same,
Sometimes the lowest soldier endures more danger to help clear the way,
For others to plan a secret attack that we may conquer and win the fray,
Thank you cell its time to go, thank you that she came in a vision to me,
Remember my love and the angel of my plight, the angel you couldn’t see,
Although my breath came hard she still took away my breath in a vision,
The pain I endured was well worth it, if to see my angel it was the admission,
I thought I heard her say come home to me Pat I will take your hurt away,
Let me kiss your battered lips with butterfly kisses that will forever stay,
Told he’d have to walk across on knees dislocated but two weeks ago,
Hips as well along with shoulders he would cross the cage very slow,
Told to “Halt and be recognized” brought a great deal of stress to his mind,
Fear of being shot during a stressful exchange brought sensations unkind,
His battered and blackened face didn’t resemble the photo the M.P. held,
Then out stepped John his friend to recognize him and all doubt dispelled,
The smell of clean linens is now forever in his mind as Freedom’s smell,
So soft they felt as Demerol coursed through his veins relieving him a spell,
It had been three weeks since he’d been pain free but now the dangers come,
Dehydration and blood loss caused a chemical imbalance that would kill some,
He felt the pain in his chest as he cried out for her and “bring back my socks,”
“Bring my socks please, where’d they go, bring them back to me you jocks,”
Two muscular Medics helped a lady remove his clothing to be throw aways,
As his screams became quietened by drugs sleep was coming for several days,
From heaven a thousand angels sang as bandage removal saw his angel there,
In a frame of gold her beautiful image was seen with long beautiful flowing hair,
An angel of mercy had found his socks and the worn image of his angel in there,
Although the hardest part of his journey was yet to come he was in America’s air,
A hundred thousand words I’ve written that all may know my angel those days,
I felt I was a million miles from nowhere yet she’d find me in mysterious ways,
Questions we have both asked about those nights and how she’d wake at night,
Turned in the bed as if dropped there on days I’d projected my soul to my delight,
Holding her tight in midnight air as we floated in spiritual bond above her bed,
Is a significant memory held by us as I astral projected from a shock to my head,
To a small Texas Panhandle town to hold the girl that is my angel to this day,
Through time I space I went flying so quickly to see her but I couldn’t stay,
Memories of secret journeys and things I’d done were erased from my brain,
Desperately I clung to the tiniest memories of her not allowing complete drain,
The first two therapies did damage no doubt as I felt my intelligence drop,
No more references to me as being one of the finest or the cream of the crop,
My mind, my beautiful mind was no longer capable of taking flight in the night,
My mind, my poor beautiful mind felt so incredibly alone in the world of fright,
The wood I bit down on took on an electrical copper taste to transition my form,
When once I was gold I had transitioned from gold through silver and steel norm,
It seemed but seconds for the steel to oxidize and start to rust almost through,
When once I was steel nature took all nature has and returns it to dust too,
Pulled through the portals of my mind with each jolt of injustice forced inside,
As if it’s done for me as a cure but I found ways of remembering her as I fried,
The flow of current seemed forever yet I remember each jolt pulsing my cells,
I remember tear drops evaporating and so much heat along with burning smells,
Burned hair and seared flesh is a most unpleasant odor that remains forever,
That fourth time was intended to be the last but my smartass leaves me never,
On my mind, my beautiful mind had known too much to be forever passive,
I made a vow years ago when a bully of great size tried to make me submissive,
As they removed the device and mouthpiece I mouthed the fuck you narrative,
In addition the torment in my head of her returned with each pain that’s relative,
Out of my head in love with her I was lost in a wilderness of her essence of touch,
So desperately alone as I had been convinced by the shrinks I had given too much,
She would never love me as much as my past love of her nor love equally in future,
I can accept that was my response as it must be hard for her since she is unsure,
My mind so insecure in each word spoken as I had been tortured for but a word,
Just the tip of her tongue held tight my mind three months ago so crazily absurd,
She was the one thing worth fighting for that made the hardest day wonderful,
From her came moments in time created for me by God’s hand in lips beautiful,
I left my home when too young and never received a letter from anyone home,
In dreams of love and romance she was at my side as through town we’d roam,
Oh how I long for but a glance as she drives by with her date just that I may see,
The eyes of my angel looking back at me, forgive me for the sins of war’s travesty,
Never I pray, that I journey to the land where lovers minds and hearts dry to waste,
I held the gun of warriors plight and intentions as when fired upon I didn’t hesitate,
I cried so many tears of guilt and lonely desperation as I felt so unloved by all,
Once a happy child and boy the shock replayed every time I took a fateful fall,
Oh for her I would do anything as each parachute pull opened to bring me down,
My every thought of her as I wrote rhymes while drifting through air to hit ground,
Would my lonely heart continue to beat and push my loving her on through,
She use to love me some but now I’m so unsure I don’t know what to do,
Perhaps it’s fear speaking out in hopes the next jolt will stop my love in flow,
Is love worth the pain when out of my head in love with the only girl I truly know,
Yet as the gurney carries cargo of me I struggle to recall her every memory,
At that moment I realized a heartbreak is better than to not know her sensory,
Then the ten thousand words I’d written that the masses may know how I feel,
Were to be printed upon electronic pages with ones and zeros that seem surreal,
Antiquity has now overcome my frame yet my mind must release my heart,
When the darkness of forever overtakes my vessel of love I leave words to part,
Unspoken words lovingly placed upon tomorrow’s paper of plastic to be read,
It is a fairytale of modern lore of an angel that came to be from inside my head,
No villainous wolf hidden beyond the hill but of truth from this country boy,
Clad with only fear and void the armor of old I too was forced to deploy,
A million voices will cry across the land resounding words of my loving revolt,
We men of draft became forgotten victims of gunpowder’s resounding jolt,
And the seeds planted within my heart would grow beyond my ability to contain,
While my brother’s of war cried as we were seen as nothing but a dark stain,
From the ashes of destruction and a thousand miles from nowhere love came,
A soft vision from the place of my birth brought comfort to a tortured brain,
Appearing in the distance too far from reach yet it was known she was there,
Near a duplicate of the photograph I tenderly held at night stroking her long hair,
Each word of despair became a teardrop of despair to be placed in gentle flow,
Without these words of electronic print my beautiful angel would never know,
Of the great pains I endured of the body while my heart struggled to go on,
It was of her and for her I survived for without my angel forever there I’d be gone.
The end, by Pat dedicated to and for PATTI.