Vietnam

A terrible time for our country
The fear of what was called
the domino effect
Communism would be at our doorstep
if we did not stop the North Vietnamese

It was our own freedom
we were told that hung in the balance

We sent our young men
they fought
many died
others crippled and those who were fortunate enough
to simply make home
became the victims of a nation
that showed no support for the soldier

But the war was not about our freedom

It was about fear

Fear that traveled throughout our government
that we could be next

Of course history now shows
that was not the intent of the North
all they wanted was their country reunified

Our boys came home
the nation turned its back on them
many today still live in the streets
as do present day returnees from the middle east wars

It was the Vietnam veteran
who vowed
never to let another vet go unappreciated

The people have learned
but sadly
the government hasn't

The fear they have now
is the loss of profits
they continue to send
other peoples children
off to war that for these youg men
and now women
holds death and dismemberment
without giving those fortunate enough to return home
proper care and support

Today is so different from yesterday

Yesterday
the people spat upon the returning soldier

Today
it is the spittle of the government that they wear

As Big Tom soaks up morning sun
Mathilda flirts with everyone
Miss Kitty likes her milk from May
While Sandra's Minnie 'gets her way'
Youg Archie: bound to cause a stir
And Hector: rarely did he purr
But Flashy - he's much like our Son
Big boy entrances everyone
So on this morn - as felines trod
Salute the cats of Westbank Quad!

as I take it a bit further I'm talking about another Young G ******
the streets are uneasy the zone is too low bust up the beat to promote the tempo
he grew up in the gutter his momma was a ***** selling her junk from a trunk behind the liquor store...
Young G wandered the streets alone trying to find his home to roam
no one would help him they couldn't even help themselves
but Young G was out on a mission to soar to the highest heights
one night at 8th street station Young G was chillin but got in a confrontation
a thief wanted his gold necklace but Young G wouldn't part with it.
a gun was drawn and it wouldn't be long Young G was on the floor with a bullet hole in his head...

the killer made his way to Mexico a place he thought he should go
now it was over for Young G would suffer many polce arrived trying to revive Young G
but it was too late he was history at his funeral many came to hear his legacy
he was a street **** capper wanna be rapper but he  helped out the needy
on his mission he would be dishing out many of his C.D.'s you can listen at ease
Young G will be remembered as a heroic citizen trying so hard to fit in
See ya up in heaven Youg G making sweet history.

vogue to let go many years ago sweat from my hand when to understand;
Churches with steeples minus the temper goes down better you can know
love in the impart of a strain agreement see its coil from within you see
pillows laced in eneregy forced for eternity let go of longevity see you squeeze
in the nearly barrern sod immediate soil renewed for al words we go
the tourist bound for the circus in God we trust to commit
Rremarkable tourist flood its circumstance

Black woods behind the old house,
In front a sloping field of oats;
Above a cloud curves in soft sky
like a silver ball, centered
against the cloud, beating with
Severe, painful clarity...,

The wing of the wounded swan
Below on the old wooden balcony
A youg man with white hair
his face the enigma of time

like a portrait in an old medallion
he narrows the oblique eyes
Warmed by the ;ight Wolcott sun
hammered by the heavy light sun

Hammered vy the storms
poet who writes the hearts dialogue
behind the house the woods grow into night
And wild oats by crazed in dream...

Unknown until this time,
He has become a knowledge of the heart