WAR

Body without mind
Senses without site
Never asking wrong from right.

There is a place that I must go
Agianst my heart my religion and soul.

My sights are straight
I watch and wait.

Deep breth half out
The man is dead without a doubt.

The only thing I choose to remember
My fathers voice " Deep breath half out Squeeze the trigger"

— sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, Dec 06, 2008

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Janice Pearce

17 years 6 months ago

War

Yikes! My thoughts are mercy killing? A dark portrrayal here, but very well written~ Let me know if I am completely wrong~ _____________________________ To write a touching poem, you must gently stir the soul, if it brings forth tears or smiles, then the story was beautifully told. ________Janice Pearce_________

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 6 months ago

Steve,

you write of a sniper, a thing that I was. it's not a half breath out, it's all out until your sight is still on the target. then and only then your weapon becomes an extension of your being. "fort Benning Ga. fort Campbell Kentucky, Badols Germany, the jungles of Panama that's where my training took place. 26 confirmed! 1971 through 1980 and still going.... Is that what this poem is about? thanks, Eddie

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 6 months ago

Sniper

hello my brother. I find your words worth the time spent yet I say to you this. Half out is my sweet spot as to relaxe and when all is out my heart has a felt beat. So we all have are way as to shoot my friend and I will stay as I have ben. I wonder as I enjoy the long gun as just finished a karcano and I will tell you she is fat to the projectile she keeps yet no way did Oswald place the patern they said in the time line with a bolt action. Have a good day come the morrow and you if like me will always be just that a sniper. Steven A. Kacer

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 5 months ago

Steven,

Lighting strikes before you ever hear it, thunder rolls in after when it's to late!! That is what has always stayed with me, the words of stealth. (Oswald, the fall guy!) thanks, Eddie "Shroud me, moments after my death, with the shield of my nation. Shroud me, head to foot, with the three colors of my flag." by Jose De Diego

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 5 months ago

Weapon of choice

You can have the M-16 she is a tack driver yet to she is to close and small to the end result. I will take the mud gun anytime. My love to this day is my 303 yes a little hot is the load I feed her and yes I look close to the form of slight cracks. Yet I will drop the target at over two hundred yards. I think you understand me if not then well what the heck. Funny yet true as I would not enjoy your sent in the middle of hell bent. Good luck and as true is to truth as soon as possible get your feet dry. Steven A. Kacer

rainbow

17 years 6 months ago

War

What fears we keep inside, a sniper sniped. carried like a secret tide, lamented in the soul But I am a mother I could not hide my horror, the pain of thought, that young men die this way, driven to the core---- a necessity of war

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 6 months ago

War is just that hell on earth.

Rainbow, Understand if you will the color of truth. The rainbow is actually made of white light placed through a spectrem of the day and never the same. Yet I say to you she is like the soldier the young and the old and those that will become. The mix is just to the day and what is done with the morrow I cannot say. So just take a deep breth when you look to the person perhaps your son as he has no mallice to life yet by chance will offer his in a place of no return. Remember he loves you and his country the reason he came is from his soul and if God is to say he is not worthy then I my lady as many will stand by his side forever. I hope you understand good luck and I reply I pray he is good at what he came for. His father or by chance a friend taught him first. Steven A. Kacer

Rottiestyl

17 years 5 months ago

Lots of deep techy reviewing

Lots of deep techy reviewing here. All I can offer is the darkness it ends with, but begins with separation. Which can only lead to a dark form of some sort. To disconnect can be a protective mode and a defective one also. Twin blades. Nice thinker you have here. This property Is Protected By Rott and Weiler

Rett

17 years 5 months ago

No one sane loves war

and snipers are a special breed. Asked to kill with no chance of being able to defent yourself/ Inevitable though war is at times, it is hard on a man. Good write Deep breth half out(breath) Excellent images involved in this one. Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water."

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 4 months ago

Life nothing more nothing less

Rett. You look well in that cover my friend. I tip your cover just to look. I was correct you are a man so full. So I stand to your side with a smile of truth and ponder what will you do. Just a glimce to the gray I keep. I could scrap so much brass yet they won't take it in as some just by chance might be live. And to the water my friend only one is perfect. So walk with me and send the undead to thier end. Steven A. Kacer