{"id":1391,"date":"2018-10-05T00:16:56","date_gmt":"2018-10-05T05:16:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/?page_id=1391"},"modified":"2018-10-05T00:16:56","modified_gmt":"2018-10-05T05:16:56","slug":"ptsd","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/ptsd\/","title":{"rendered":"PTSD"},"content":{"rendered":"

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PTSD<\/span><\/h1>\n

CONTENTS<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Moving Molecules Through Time (Q cycles)<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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Moving Molecules Through Time (Q cycles)<\/span><\/h2>\n

I\u2019ve chased the hands of time too many times it seems,<\/span><\/p>\n

Was it a chase or was I trying to outrun vicious war dreams?<\/span><\/p>\n

One for the loser it\u2019s said and two loves forever holding hands,<\/span><\/p>\n

I was to be the loser but I wisely did as true love commands,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I heard the hands click and clock with each jerking move,<\/span><\/p>\n

Too loud to heed when flee isn\u2019t understood as to remove,<\/span><\/p>\n

What sound was it I heard as sleep deprivation came again,<\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps aliens walk my room to borrow my war skills to win,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I\u2019ve floated in absence of flesh to penetrate dense mass,<\/span><\/p>\n

The vibrating molecules allow penetration of seen glass,<\/span><\/p>\n

Q cycles of moving molecules weave within to move through,<\/span><\/p>\n

A weapon I\u2019ve drawn from within is to kill with methods new,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Used as the old west cowboy draws a six shooter to kill,<\/span><\/p>\n

So too my gun is drawn but today it exits my mind by will,<\/span><\/p>\n

The time bandit is our machine of travel to planets beyond,<\/span><\/p>\n

Time is reversed to encapsulate time used in a time bond,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Speeding beyond light speed creates a penetrating stream,<\/span><\/p>\n

History reverses to become future events as if in a dream,<\/span><\/p>\n

Youth of old penetrates who I became to be reversed in full,<\/span><\/p>\n

Again I\u2019m a fleet young man but with aged wisdom as a tool,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The tasks I\u2019m given create questions of existence if shot,<\/span><\/p>\n

Do the time masters reverse the event to return my spot?<\/span><\/p>\n

Weapons blast is felt as it penetrates every cell and nerves,<\/span><\/p>\n

This event eliminated who I was yet my energy still serves,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Am I now spirit of man on a foreign planet to exist alone?<\/span><\/p>\n

As quickly as the warring alien removed flesh off the known,<\/span><\/p>\n

Morning has brought sunshine to real eyes within my head,<\/span><\/p>\n

Does this mean I survived space combat and I\u2019m not dead,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Was it a time realm dream or dimensional travel within time,<\/span><\/p>\n

Did I return to my youthful readiness as trained in my prime,<\/span><\/p>\n

Or was it but a dream and I\u2019ve returned to her to know love,<\/span><\/p>\n

From her I\u2019ve learned to give of me to receive love I dream of,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Because of her my heart received more love than I ever earned,<\/span><\/p>\n

I cried in anguish as departing her love, my heart so yearned,<\/span><\/p>\n

So broken and so very alone in that cell of concrete and steel,<\/span><\/p>\n

A photograph of her kept hidden inside me kept her love real,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The machines used to push me through past and future time,<\/span><\/p>\n

I just now realized within my mind as I\u2019m writing this rhyme,<\/span><\/p>\n

Did German scientists create those things so very long ago,<\/span><\/p>\n

Was it information I gathered that was propelling me to go,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Loving her has propelled me through time so fast barriers fell,<\/span><\/p>\n

Good times quickly fly by hard times that stretch time so well,<\/span><\/p>\n

To endure longer or so it seems when alone or guilt of wrong,<\/span><\/p>\n

A kiss of an angel gave me the will to return to where I belong.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end. By Pat for Patti<\/span>
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