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I am a fifty eight year old man who's long outlived any usefulness as far as this life's concerned. I 've worked in construction as an equipment operator, laborer, carpenter, and iron worker(rebar and welding). I worked as a deckhand in the maritime trades

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Regret: 2 of 300
Dangerous ChildrenComes the blade with wicked flash,Purposely thrown it flies,Through the air in flickering slash,While shocked curses arise!Hungrily seeking its living mark,Flight true and good,Burrowing on impact to the heart,Cold shedder of blood!The crowd is quiet as one man falls,Eyes wide in disbelief,From the church st... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Betrayal: 18 of 431
Why, Mr. Clinton?(Cry Of The Battle Of The Black Sea Vets)We are your soldiers,Doing what we're told,Trekking where we're sent,By path, trail or road,Holding high our esprit,And martial brotherhood,We slog to our next battle,No purpose understood.But why, Mr. Clinton,This deception by your hand,Betraying we who spilt blood,Up... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Depression: 33 of 694
The sun shines in most sparkling, perfect brilliance for those,Whose lives are set against backdrops of plenty and success,While we damned trudge within an existence filled with woes,Rarely glimpse its rays through rents in the shrouds of tempest.Whilst those giddy, giggling sojourners seeking pleasure dance,Along scintillati... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loneliness: 58 of 579
SolitudoO' that my eyes could pour out,Endless rivers of tears,Making the seas roil and roar,And all upon them to fear!That I might sunder mountains,With heaving, sobbing cries,Rend the clouds in ragged shreds,Or bat the sun from the skies!To what end useless desire? Has compassion truly flown?Is pain, grief, and solitude,To ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inner struggles: 63 of 531
PhantomsNightly they gather 'round me,To gibber in my ear,Hordes of grisley phantoms,Eliciting primal fear,Who force cries of terror,With their chilling touch,As I burst forth from slumber,Eschewing ghostly clutch.Throat raw from screaming,And bathed in clammy sweat,I tremble in the darkness,Eyes searching for a threat,Slowly... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspirational: 67 of 473
The Longest MarchOn a moonlit summer's night as I tossed sleepless on my bed,By a stirring 'pon the dusty road outside, to the window I was led,Leaning out I heard a tinkling, chinking acompanying footfalls on the lane,And my eyes were drawn to a shadow there tramping in a martial frame.I made out the form of a grizzled soldi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fear: 48 of 305
The DarkDarkness quickens nervous stride,Lurking dread the shadows hide,Danger pressing from every side,And tiny cries the chill wind rides!Eyes dart in a swift uneasy quest,Rising fear excites heaving chest,Ears strain at imagination's behest,As self control terror seeks to wrest!Heartbeat escalates at every second,Smell of ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Combat: 9 of 51
Thus The HeroBrightly sailed the happy sun,Through the cloudless, azure skies,O'er a green and grassy land,Lush and pleasing to the eyes,Where I was charged to guard the folk;Protecting them from all foes,Watching ever vigilant as they labored,Took their ease, and lay in repose.But awash in my own foolish zeal,And blinded by ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Creatures of the night: 10 of 55
InterloperDire shadow passing by, so menacing and dark,Stopped to loom formless, so grave and stark,Unseen by the children in playing happy games,Their laughter smote it hard with searing flames!"Oh damn ye tittering whelps as well thy cheer",Glowered the wraith deep in rage born of fear,"Twitter then when thy necks me hand s... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 197 of 915
Struggling To UnderstandWhat was your motive, LORD,To thus fashion one as me,Were you just simply bored,In making stones and trees?Or perhaps because fools,Were in such short supply,Mayhap even faulty tools, Or an angel's trick so sly?Please, o'God, won't you say,What drave thy nimble hand,To create such as me that day,So use... More..