Has Death Won?
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I live everyday trying to supress ghosts of days gone by
It hurts so bad, some days I pray to die
I want to live and love
But I fear those days are gone
The days of gentleness like a dove
I fear death may have won
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Our Red, White and Blue
I hang you up every morning and take you down every night.
I have tattooed you on my arm and carried you through the fight.
Everytime your song is played I still weep.
I am comforted in knowing you will cover me when I’m finally laid down to sleep.
Some spit on you, protest you and burn you.
But there are many more who will stand and die for you.
To your enemies you project death, precision and fear,
But to your citizens you project hope and love and are held dear.
Although we are not perfect, we are true.
It’s because we love our Red, White and Blue.
The Day Is Mine
After a sleepless night filled with pain.
I wake up and sit on the edge of my bed.
For 30 minutes I try to suppress memories, demons and guilt all in vain.
I just make myself numb and fool my mind into believing they are dead.
I then stand up and look in the mirror.
With every breath another night gets nearer.
But for now I take a deep breath and gather all my strength to face another day.
No matter how bad my day is I am thankful to be here to meet my friends and watch my children play.
You invade me at night and that is fine,
But by God the day is MINE!
Man I Used To Be
You say things to me like, “You’re mean now.” “You don’t listen to me anymore.” and “You’re not the same.”
You fail to realize that the things I have seen and done were not a video game.
You ask, “What’s wrong?” “Where’s your head?” and “Why don’t you talk to me?”
Did you stop to think that maybe I don’t want you to know what I have done or what eats the inside of me?
Please understand if I don’t tell you the things that draw my attention away.
It’s because the unwelcome thoughts are rising and I am pushing them back to where they need to stay.
If you are already frustrated and disappointed in me, how can I tell you these things and expect you to still love me.
I’m sorry things are hard for me to tell you so you can see.
I am sorry I’m not the loving man I used to be.
Valhalla Tonight
Here I sit, rifle in hand
Killing the natives of a far off land.
The reason I am here?
A madman who spreads fear.
Bodies piled high as far as the eye can see,
Those caught as they tried to flee.
Enemy in sight
I pray my aim is true tonight.
The camp begins to stir
Time flies by as if ablur.
A hard thud to my chest,
I look down and see the hole in my vest.
My buddy looks at me with a tear,
I look at him and say “Do not fear”
Fight with all your might
For I will be waiting for you in VALHALLA tonight!
written by Darren 2-22-09
That Kind of Man
I believe in GOD and manners.
I have fought for mine and others banners.
I can’t stand cheatin’ and stealin’.
I hate lying and crooked dealin’.
I say yes sir and yes ma’am.
My parents and my children have made me the man I am.
When I’m away and start to feel blue.
I look at her picture and feel a love that is true.
I’m a warrior and a fighter this I know.
And for a love like this there’s nothing i won’t do or a place I won’t go.
I am tough and I am strong,
but I am not perfect and can admit when I am wrong.
I will make a stand for what I believe and hold dear.
But when I am hurt i will cry a tear.
I hate when people turn their family to shame.
I can’t stand when people mess up and find someone else to blame.
I love with intensity and do what I can.
I love and believe these things because I am that kind of man.
Where are you?
| I sit here on the mountain top trying to see the beautiful scenery below.I spend hours trying to figure out why everything is blurry and unclear.
Then a sudden pain in my chest doubles me over and drives me to my knees. I clutch my chest and realize my heart is reminding me it is filled to capacity with love and has nowhere to send it. I try to see through the fog into the valley’s, along the rivers and deep into the cities looking frantically for you. After searching in vain I realize this is beyond my control. I fear that until you find me and ease this pressure in my eyes they will never see clearly. With a tear I bow my head into my hands and ask the wind to carry this question in hopes of reaching you. “Where are you?” |
Welcome to my page!
Hello, I am Darren Hardman. I am putting together a site to share my writings with the world. I am a prior service Marine of 7 years and Army. i was wounded in Iraq in December 2009. I am still in the recovery process.
This site is a work in progress and will take me some time to learn how to do this. Keep checking to see what has been added. Thank you.
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