{"id":1079,"date":"2016-12-13T22:59:14","date_gmt":"2016-12-14T04:59:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/?p=1079"},"modified":"2016-12-13T22:59:14","modified_gmt":"2016-12-14T04:59:14","slug":"ten-thousand-words-of-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/2016\/12\/13\/ten-thousand-words-of-love\/","title":{"rendered":"Ten Thousand Words of Love"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ten thousand words written that the masses may know how I feel, <\/span><\/p>\n

Printed upon electronic pages with ones and zeros that seem surreal,<\/span><\/p>\n

Antiquity has overcome my frame yet my mind must release my heart, <\/span><\/p>\n

When the darkness of forever overtakes my vessel I leave words to part, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Unspoken words sprinkled upon tomorrow’s paper of plastic to be read, <\/span><\/p>\n

A fairytale of modern yore of an angel that came to be from inside my head, <\/span><\/p>\n

No villainous wolf hidden beyond the hill but of truth from a country boy, <\/span><\/p>\n

Clad with only fear and void the armor of old he too was forced to deploy, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A million voices cried across the land resounding words of youthful revolt,<\/span><\/p>\n

The men of draft became forgotten victims of gunpowder’s resounding jolt,<\/span><\/p>\n

And the seeds planted within his heart grew beyond his ability to contain, <\/span><\/p>\n

While his brother’s of war cried to be seen as the cruel truth of a dark stain, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

From the ashes of destruction and a thousand miles from nowhere she came, <\/span><\/p>\n

A soft vision from the place of his birth brought comfort to a tortured brain, <\/span><\/p>\n

Appearing in the distance too far from reach yet it was known she was there,<\/span><\/p>\n

Near a duplicate of the photograph he tenderly held at night stroking her hair, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As he whispered tender words of love from within the silence he’d not said, <\/span><\/p>\n

Then began the searing of dragons breathe as napalm danced above his head, <\/span><\/p>\n

Non yielding to the roaring sound as others ran he stayed with her as they fled, <\/span><\/p>\n

With a tear of goodbye to a vision he left to find mortar had left the others dead, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Through raging storm he survived with the iron will of unworn armor but her, <\/span><\/p>\n

Villagers fled their homes as flying iron dragons belched fire in a warring offer, <\/span><\/p>\n

They carried children and freed many more yet reported word said other, <\/span><\/p>\n

As children fired upon men defense came hard and men soon cried for mother, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

She came to him that night and reached to place her hand upon his chest, <\/span><\/p>\n

Will I ever come home to hold you again he cried as he worried the rest, <\/span><\/p>\n

Known to not be afraid yet fear raged deep inside that he’d never go home, <\/span><\/p>\n

Near midnight she would come and each night he spoke to an image unknown, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Times passage found him in many other lands of foreign tongue and word, <\/span><\/p>\n

Missions of secret surveillance of a red land most likely now sound absurd, <\/span><\/p>\n

She continued to give support when desperation came to him she’d appear, <\/span><\/p>\n

From loving her he found comfort and direction to overcome his growing fear, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Gathered in a smoky room the men gathered round for beer and tales of yore, <\/span><\/p>\n

Revelation of his secret came from one stationed with him over a year or more, <\/span><\/p>\n

He secretly speaks to an angel when he’s afraid but we know it’s in his head, <\/span><\/p>\n

Unknown to all they’d never gather with him again but not from anything said, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In the darkness of the room he was whispering to someone outside the window, <\/span><\/p>\n

And some saw her form in the air as escaping smoke surrounded her to show, <\/span><\/p>\n

If of his mind the energy of his love placed her there to be seen by more than one, <\/span><\/p>\n

Worry showed upon her beautiful face as she warned of atrocities to be done, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Will I ever come home he softly asked of her then he said hello, to restart it all, <\/span><\/p>\n

As her faint form began to fade from their view the men who saw tried to recall, <\/span><\/p>\n

Those of little faith that believe in nothing saw nothing as she was of the heart, <\/span><\/p>\n

A tender moment planting seeds of future love that now have a chance to start, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0Instead of sleep he wrote comforting words of love if he was laid to rest in loam, <\/span><\/p>\n

And the war moved from war’s stage to subways, buses, and the roads of home,<\/span><\/p>\n

Secretly he crossed into the hidden war filled with more fear than he had known, <\/span><\/p>\n

Clutching her photo tight he knew the seeds of his destiny had been sewn, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Of her and for her he said to himself as memories of protestors hate came too, <\/span><\/p>\n

What is death’s value for soldiers that are vigilant on foreign soil for likes of you, <\/span><\/p>\n

A trip home brought questions of patriotism he had never known before, <\/span><\/p>\n

Deeply injured by protestors venomous contempt for the drafted men to war, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A million words written of hate yet non mentioned the hero’s left behind, <\/span><\/p>\n

Headlines showed horrible acts of a criminal few to brand all of evil mind, <\/span><\/p>\n

Memories of searching for her played over in his mind wondering where, <\/span><\/p>\n

And now he stands on foreign soil remembering who he was back there, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The darkness of death had flavored his thoughts when at last he prayed,<\/span><\/p>\n

Words of love formed in his mind with need to write of her before love frayed, <\/span><\/p>\n

The fear he knew was not of death but of her loss before departing the fray, <\/span><\/p>\n

That night before he left he did the unknown and knelt down to softly pray, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Someway somehow I pray return me to her arms no matter what I have to do, <\/span><\/p>\n

With but ten steps across the line pursuit began but soon beyond the two, <\/span><\/p>\n

Was this the beginning of a miracle that would release him of military hold, <\/span><\/p>\n

Prayers answered may inflict pain not thought of in pursuit of the gold, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And he ran and he ran as if a thousand years of life had run through his veins, <\/span><\/p>\n

Pushing his will to extremes so great that even his will felt his will strains, <\/span><\/p>\n

Fear filled his body more than ever before as he realized his time may be near, <\/span><\/p>\n

Her photograph may be exposed he feared so he wrapped it securely up his rear, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A million words of love sprinkled the debris of fallen structures in waste too long, <\/span><\/p>\n

He felt the blow behind his head and made a vow to her that he would be strong,<\/span><\/p>\n

Each word he had written to her flowed through his mind as he tried to endure, <\/span><\/p>\n

Photographs and poetry rhymes flowed from his heart as his mind felt secure, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Torment and pain interlaced his days in forms dating back to medieval times, <\/span><\/p>\n

Upon a rack to stretch sinew and dislocate bone he wrote her pretty rhymes, <\/span><\/p>\n

Some day I will return to you he vowed to kiss upon your nape of tenderness, <\/span><\/p>\n

My lips will trace your tender lines from shoulder to ear with my lips caress, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

She came to him in times so dire his spirit departed his beaten frame to rest,<\/span><\/p>\n

Using wrapped wood to beat his flesh creating bruises deep below his chest, <\/span><\/p>\n

As he softly cried at night he whispered his poetry into her ear though unseen,<\/span><\/p>\n

It became the norm to see him speaking to an angel no one else had seen, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Words written of an angel of beautiful form in places of mystical beauty, <\/span><\/p>\n

To survive the meanest of men he dreamed of her in spite of their cruelty, <\/span><\/p>\n

Once upon a darkened night with most light hidden by storm and blackout, <\/span><\/p>\n

Some say they saw her there that night he pulled the cruelest intention out, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It appeared he held her hand and spoke to her before he screamed in pain, \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Without loving her a wire bush pushed into his raped rectum would remain, <\/span><\/p>\n

And he ran into the wilderness with her to escape the tortures for awhile, <\/span><\/p>\n

For within his mind anything with her was possible just to see her smile, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Her parted lips from a goodbye kiss remained embedded within his heart, <\/span><\/p>\n

Without time’s falling sand great memories of lover’s lore could not start, <\/span><\/p>\n

A million words in rhyme of loving her would be written for all to read, <\/span><\/p>\n

One day the world will read of his love for her and his never ending need, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Let’s have a round of applause sings a choir of angels in watch from above, <\/span><\/p>\n

One of our own has captured the heart of this iron willed man so deeply in love, <\/span><\/p>\n

Each night before midnight she prays for him and wonders if he is alright, <\/span><\/p>\n

The pull on her heart is heavy as she senses her man has a dimming life-light,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In feces he lays unable to stand as dislocation had taken its due in full, <\/span><\/p>\n

The photo so lovingly placed deep inside is there floating in his blood pool, <\/span><\/p>\n

Her heart breaks to see the one she so loves so weak and unable to stand, <\/span><\/p>\n

Is she a ghost of mental creation or from a conjoined dream of God’s hand, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A gentle uniting of love as her ghostly image lifts his torn lip for a tender kiss, <\/span><\/p>\n

Her hazel eyes are soft with sorrow as she prays her man will remember this, <\/span><\/p>\n

In a dream of her heart she stands there in full praying he will soon be awake,<\/span><\/p>\n

Let him return to me whole she prayed, how much more can my poor man take, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

More blood filled the floor than what coursed through his veins this day, <\/span><\/p>\n

Each beat of his heart was amiss as it struggled to go on that he may stay, <\/span><\/p>\n

The charge of her force flows from her tender hand as she presses his chest, <\/span><\/p>\n

Life force shared of her heart brought him from the light beyond earth’s crest, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A million words of spiritual visions and of love are written in attempt to explain, <\/span><\/p>\n

Printed upon paper and electronic pages the mysteries of visions still remain, <\/span><\/p>\n

He woke from beyond and looked around the cell to find her picture was free, <\/span><\/p>\n

As he struggled to move the most beautiful photograph was in front to see, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Fear grew in his heart upon realizing tormentors hands would tear it apart, <\/span><\/p>\n

Let it be written upon these electronic pages he cleaned her photo to start, <\/span><\/p>\n

He wanted to cleanse her photograph but he wore underwear made of mud, <\/span><\/p>\n

He used what he had and licked her photo clean of his feces and his blood, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Tears fell from his eyes as he feared her image may fade or even worse, <\/span><\/p>\n

What if her photograph was ruined because of what I did or didn’t disperse, <\/span><\/p>\n

Losing her would break his heart as she was his only treasure of gold, <\/span><\/p>\n

And the sound across America was of rage as hate of soldiers took hold, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Voices shouting hate against the war’s draft soon focused against the men, <\/span><\/p>\n

Throwing stones and debris towards men in camouflage preventing a win, <\/span><\/p>\n

Political unrest creates a scene as 50,000 voices unite against the force, <\/span><\/p>\n

A movement flowed across the land that threw the soldiers far off course, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

To be drafted and then hated by those protesting the draft seemed unreal, <\/span><\/p>\n

What a contradiction to hate the poor drafted me that had no way to appeal, <\/span><\/p>\n

Be drafted and shipped to war, become a deserter, or enlist were our choices, <\/span><\/p>\n

And now we have no support from the United million strong protestor voices, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Three weeks ago he had been home to find the one he had sought was gone,<\/span><\/p>\n

Add to the misery of her loss the protesting masses seemed so wrong, <\/span><\/p>\n

The loneliness he knew while performing covert ops returned in full, <\/span><\/p>\n

Yet as he felt the miseries inflicted upon his frame he still felt her pull, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Because of rectal damage he hid her photo into a small crack in the wall, <\/span><\/p>\n

The photo could not be placed within his frame because of damage and all, <\/span><\/p>\n

The kindness of a captor brought water and vodka to kill his anal pain, <\/span><\/p>\n

A pressure wash shower cleansed the filth from his damaged frame, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His chest felt burned as he thought of the dream he had of angels touch, <\/span><\/p>\n

From the depth of his heart he felt her there, oh he longed for her so much, <\/span><\/p>\n

Was it the pull of her he felt from so far away as if to pull him back home, <\/span><\/p>\n

Within the cell a million words of love had fallen on the floor to be unknown, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Barely hanging on he cried for her as each dislocated joint created pain, <\/span><\/p>\n

Each movement made created self inflicted pain much to his disdain, <\/span><\/p>\n

Each whisper he spoke in poetry verse would remain forever in the cell, <\/span><\/p>\n

So many beautiful lines written for her that he memorized most to later tell, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Without her there in photograph or vision form he knew he couldn’t survive, <\/span><\/p>\n

When the darkness of death was near her beautiful face is what kept him alive, <\/span><\/p>\n

And his heart would rhyme in verse so beautiful each line would bring tears, <\/span><\/p>\n

A teenage angel of love that when he is in danger her beautiful form appears, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His release came in a detainee exchange although this was hardly his game, <\/span><\/p>\n

The work he did was the dirty portion that made his experience the same, <\/span><\/p>\n

Sometimes the lowest soldier endures more danger to help clear the way, <\/span><\/p>\n

For others to plan a secret attack that we may conquer and win the fray, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Thank you cell its time to go, thank you that she came in a vision to me, <\/span><\/p>\n

Remember my love and the angel of my plight, the angel you couldn’t see, <\/span><\/p>\n

Although my breath came hard she still took away my breath in a vision, <\/span><\/p>\n

The pain I endured was well worth it, if to see my angel it was the admission, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I thought I heard her say come home to me Pat I will take your hurt away, <\/span><\/p>\n

Let me kiss your battered lips with butterfly kisses that will forever stay, <\/span><\/p>\n

Told he’d have to walk across on knees dislocated but two weeks ago, <\/span><\/p>\n

Hips as well along with shoulders he would cross the cage very slow, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Told to “Halt and be recognized” brought a great deal of stress to his mind, <\/span><\/p>\n

Fear of being shot during a stressful exchange brought sensations unkind, <\/span><\/p>\n

His battered and blackened face didn’t resemble the photo the M.P. held, <\/span><\/p>\n

Then out stepped John his friend to recognize him and all doubt dispelled, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The smell of clean linens is now forever in his mind as Freedom’s smell, <\/span><\/p>\n

So soft they felt as Demerol coursed through his veins relieving him a spell, <\/span><\/p>\n

It had been three weeks since he’d been pain free but now the dangers come, <\/span><\/p>\n

Dehydration and blood loss caused a chemical imbalance that would kill some, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He felt the pain in his chest as he cried out for her and “bring back my socks,”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Bring my socks please, where’d they go, bring them back to me you jocks,”<\/span><\/p>\n

Two muscular Medics helped a lady remove his clothing to be throw aways, \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

As his screams became quietened by drugs sleep was coming for several days,\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

From heaven a thousand angels sang as bandage removal saw his angel there, <\/span><\/p>\n

In a frame of gold her beautiful image was seen with long beautiful flowing hair, <\/span><\/p>\n

An angel of mercy had found his socks and the worn image of his angel in there, <\/span><\/p>\n

Although the hardest part of his journey was yet to come he was in America’s air, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A hundred thousand words I’ve written that all may know my angel those days, <\/span><\/p>\n

I felt I was a million miles from nowhere yet she’d find me in mysterious ways, <\/span><\/p>\n

Questions we have both asked about those nights and how she’d wake at night, <\/span><\/p>\n

Turned in the bed as if dropped there on days I’d projected my soul to my delight, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Holding her tight in midnight air as we floated in spiritual bond above her bed, <\/span><\/p>\n

Is a significant memory held by us as I astral projected from a shock to my head,<\/span><\/p>\n

To a small Texas Panhandle town to hold the girl that is my angel to this day, <\/span><\/p>\n

Through time I space I went flying so quickly to see her but I couldn’t stay, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Memories of secret journeys and things I’d done were erased from my brain, <\/span><\/p>\n

Desperately I clung to the tiniest memories of her not allowing complete drain, <\/span><\/p>\n

The first two therapies did damage no doubt as I felt my intelligence drop, <\/span><\/p>\n

No more references to me as being one of the finest or the cream of the crop, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My mind, my beautiful mind was no longer capable of taking flight in the night, <\/span><\/p>\n

My mind, my poor beautiful mind felt so incredibly alone in the world of fright, <\/span><\/p>\n

The wood I bit down on took on an electrical copper taste to transition my form, <\/span><\/p>\n

When once I was gold I had transitioned from gold through silver and steel norm, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It seemed but seconds for the steel to oxidize and start to rust almost through, <\/span><\/p>\n

When once I was steel nature took all nature has and returns it to dust too, <\/span><\/p>\n

Pulled through the portals of my mind with each jolt of injustice forced inside, <\/span><\/p>\n

As if it’s done for me as a cure but I found ways of remembering her as I fried, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The flow of current seemed forever yet I remember each jolt pulsing my cells, <\/span><\/p>\n

I remember tear drops evaporating and so much heat along with burning smells, <\/span><\/p>\n

Burned hair and seared flesh is a most unpleasant odor that remains forever, <\/span><\/p>\n

That fourth time was intended to be the last but my smartass leaves me never, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

On my mind, my beautiful mind had known too much to be forever passive, <\/span><\/p>\n

I made a vow years ago when a bully of great size tried to make me submissive, <\/span><\/p>\n

As they removed the device and mouthpiece I mouthed the fuck you narrative, <\/span><\/p>\n

In addition the torment in my head of her returned with each pain that’s relative, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Out of my head in love with her I was lost in a wilderness of her essence of touch,<\/span><\/p>\n

So desperately alone as I had been convinced by the shrinks I had given too much,<\/span><\/p>\n

She would never love me as much as my past love of her nor love equally in future, <\/span><\/p>\n

I can accept that was my response as it must be hard for her since she is unsure, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My mind so insecure in each word spoken as I had been tortured for but a word, <\/span><\/p>\n

Just the tip of her tongue held tight my mind three months ago so crazily absurd, <\/span><\/p>\n

She was the one thing worth fighting for that made the hardest day wonderful, <\/span><\/p>\n

From her came moments in time created for me by God’s hand in lips beautiful, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I left my home when too young and never received a letter from anyone home, <\/span><\/p>\n

In dreams of love and romance she was at my side as through town we’d roam,<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh how I long for but a glance as she drives by with her date just that I may see, <\/span><\/p>\n

The eyes of my angel looking back at me, forgive me for the sins of war’s travesty, \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Never I pray, that I journey to the land where lovers minds and hearts dry to waste, <\/span><\/p>\n

I held the gun of warriors plight and intentions as when fired upon I didn’t hesitate, <\/span><\/p>\n

I cried so many tears of guilt and lonely desperation as I felt so unloved by all, <\/span><\/p>\n

Once a happy child and boy the shock replayed every time I took a fateful fall, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Oh for her I would do anything as each parachute pull opened to bring me down, <\/span><\/p>\n

My every thought of her as I wrote rhymes while drifting through air to hit ground,<\/span><\/p>\n

Would my lonely heart continue to beat and push my loving her on through, <\/span><\/p>\n

She use to love me some but now I’m so unsure I don’t know what to do, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Perhaps it’s fear speaking out in hopes the next jolt will stop my love in flow, <\/span><\/p>\n

Is love worth the pain when out of my head in love with the only girl I truly know, <\/span><\/p>\n

Yet as the gurney carries cargo of me I struggle to recall her every memory, <\/span><\/p>\n

At that moment I realized a heartbreak is better than to not know her sensory, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Then the ten thousand words I’d written that the masses may know how I feel, <\/span><\/p>\n

Were to be printed upon electronic pages with ones and zeros that seem surreal,<\/span><\/p>\n

Antiquity has now overcome my frame yet my mind must release my heart, <\/span><\/p>\n

When the darkness of forever overtakes my vessel of love I leave words to part,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Unspoken words lovingly placed upon tomorrow’s paper of plastic to be read, <\/span><\/p>\n

It is a fairytale of modern lore of an angel that came to be from inside my head, <\/span><\/p>\n

No villainous wolf hidden beyond the hill but of truth from this country boy, <\/span><\/p>\n

Clad with only fear and void the armor of old I too was forced to deploy, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A million voices will cry across the land resounding words of my loving revolt,<\/span><\/p>\n

We men of draft became forgotten victims of gunpowder’s resounding jolt,<\/span><\/p>\n

And the seeds planted within my heart would grow beyond my ability to contain, <\/span><\/p>\n

While my brother’s of war cried as we were seen as nothing but a dark stain, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

From the ashes of destruction and a thousand miles from nowhere love came, <\/span><\/p>\n

A soft vision from the place of my birth brought comfort to a tortured brain, <\/span><\/p>\n

Appearing in the distance too far from reach yet it was known she was there,<\/span><\/p>\n

Near a duplicate of the photograph I tenderly held at night stroking her long hair, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Each word of despair became a teardrop of despair to be placed in gentle flow, <\/span><\/p>\n

Without these words of electronic print my beautiful angel would never know, <\/span><\/p>\n

Of the great pains I endured of the body while my heart struggled to go on, <\/span><\/p>\n

It was of her and for her I survived for without my angel forever there I’d be gone.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, by Pat dedicated to and for PATTI.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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