darrenhardman

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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.

May 28, 2011 Posted by | Feelings from war and beyond | , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

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.

May 7, 2011 Posted by | Feelings from war and beyond | , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

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?”

May 6, 2011 Posted by | Feelings from war and beyond | , , , , , | 1 Comment

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