I was watching as the parade passed by
All the soldiers and the tanks
I figured that in some small way
I must go tell them "Thanks"

I worked my way throughout the crowd
To where the parade would end
And hopefully my small  "thanks"
Would get me a new friend

I watched as people finished
I got my words straight in my head
I walked up to a soldier
And this is what he said...

I am not a hero
Just a soldier, nothing more
I'm just doing my duty
As so many have before

I'm a soldier, not a hero
I am just the same as you
I'm just doing my duty
As I know that you would too

I shook his hand and said my "Thanks"
Then I moved away, unnerved
I had to tell him more...
Tell him that I'm glad he served

I turned and at that moment
I saw, a glint, a little sheen
Right above this mans left boot
Where his shin bone should have been

I went back on my mission
I had my words there in my head
He smiled, pulled his pant leg down
And this is what he said...

I am not a hero
Just a soldier, nothing more
I'm just doing my duty
As so many have before

I'm a soldier, not a hero
I am just the same as you
I'm just doing my duty
As I know that you would too

I shook his hand and smiled
Left him standing all alone
With a leg of polished metal
Where once before was bone

To me, he is a hero
And he will be 'till he's dead
I remember how he cut me off
And I remember what he said....

I am not a hero
Just a soldier, nothing more
I'm just doing my duty
As so many have before

I'm a soldier, not a hero
I am just the same as you
I'm just doing my duty
As I know that you would too

I stole a star tonight
And the sky expelled me from the galaxy.
I stole quick recovery,
I stole wealth for the Body,
Mind and Soul.
And this, embroidered in words,
I stole for you, Mom.

Skin of paisley chemical love
Touch casual, distant, angstrom close
Grasp, hold, paw, grab, eat, youth consumes old
Mystique of fantasy, touched across a void
Heat in cool, warmth unsaid, maybe I did
Contact across an empty period
Skin soft, reality hard
One night
Fleeting, permanent,hold fast, let go
Tell me rest, tell me all, listen to my soul mumble
Taste your life
Touch
Let go

Sometimes
my heart
feels the kiss
of ecstasy.

Sometimes
my toes
brush the abyss
of madness.

Sometimes
I can't tell
the difference.

Mostly, I don't
think
there is one.
  - mce

When will it be my life begins
a day, a month, a year
maybe two
definitely two

two
a noble number
a number of kings
I feel it with a Gondorian fire

or maybe not two at all
I was so sure it would be two
After all if doesn’t happen then will it be three
three times the charm

but perhaps three is not the number
maybe it will be four
four times it chimed
or was that three?
It could be three

Maybe its not three of four
It’s five possibly
Its probably five
Five fingers on a hand
But three on a clock

Six is like three don’t you think
Three times two is six
Maybe its two
But two plus five is seven

perhaps is it seven years
seven years until my life begins