I am an army of one.
One vision of single mind.
Under this unforgiving sun,
Terrorists and evil I will find.
Once in my extended campaign
They promised it’d be over soon.
The Cabinet with their iced champagne
Brush aside the swelling tombs.
The media in their Right pocket,
One party proclaims a troubling view.
Silencing all that mock it,
Or that puppet of a W.
Iraqi Freedom to American demise.
Our company under brutal attack.
My corpse becomes Tikrit’s prize:
A mutilated body in Iraq.
MYHL
4/21/04
Notes:
· Written after U.S. soldiers bodies were mutilated and paraded in Iraq, April 2004
· “I am an army of one” was the Army recruiting slogan at the time
· W. = George W. Bush
· Operation “Iraqi Freedom” name of the military campaign
· Tikrit was Saddam Hussein’s Hometown
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y. H. Landeweer
April 21, 2004
April 20, 2004
A Commission
Commissioned to chart out beauty
Never requesting this particular mission
A prerogative to fulfill my duty
With a bit of muted ambition.
Where is the final destination?
“How can we know the Way?”
Find me some better navigation,
Or at least give me an ETA.
On my knees pleading for direction
Grace provided the abiding source.
I’ll continue in unending reflection,
Plotting out this new found course.
Through His waypoints I will travel,
Might they take me far past Siam,
‘Till I sleep with blankets of gravel,
For my C.O. is known as I AM.
MYHL
4/20/04
Notes:
· “The Way” - John 14:5
· C.O. = commanding officer
· “I AM WHO I AM.” - Exodus 3:14
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y. H. Landeweer
Never requesting this particular mission
A prerogative to fulfill my duty
With a bit of muted ambition.
Where is the final destination?
“How can we know the Way?”
Find me some better navigation,
Or at least give me an ETA.
On my knees pleading for direction
Grace provided the abiding source.
I’ll continue in unending reflection,
Plotting out this new found course.
Through His waypoints I will travel,
Might they take me far past Siam,
‘Till I sleep with blankets of gravel,
For my C.O. is known as I AM.
MYHL
4/20/04
Notes:
· “The Way” - John 14:5
· C.O. = commanding officer
· “I AM WHO I AM.” - Exodus 3:14
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y. H. Landeweer
October 21, 2002
The Death of Vitality
My clouded head decays,
As my hands accept their fate.
My vitality, my soul listlessly leak
Through the empty gaze of my eyes.
My wasting body strains to raise
One final gasp in steady rate
A breath, a breeze, silent and bleak
Shadowed beside a murmur, a sigh.
Spiritus meus requiescat in pace… (1)
…Eternity flashes as lighting from Heaven's hand.
...The Rapture, the End of Ages draws nigh,
As Righteous words annul the grains of sand...
A fulgent light reveals itself hence:
“Have I reached the Kingdom?”
Alas! Glorious Day, Amen!
A gentle voice stirs in the distance,
“Hun, class is over now.”
Aw shit. I fell asleep again.
MYHL
10/21/02
Note: (1) May my spirit rest in peace
Commentary: Written in Dara's (Wegman-Geedy) Cell Bio Class to prevent me from falling asleep
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y. H. Landeweer
As my hands accept their fate.
My vitality, my soul listlessly leak
Through the empty gaze of my eyes.
My wasting body strains to raise
One final gasp in steady rate
A breath, a breeze, silent and bleak
Shadowed beside a murmur, a sigh.
Spiritus meus requiescat in pace… (1)
…Eternity flashes as lighting from Heaven's hand.
...The Rapture, the End of Ages draws nigh,
As Righteous words annul the grains of sand...
A fulgent light reveals itself hence:
“Have I reached the Kingdom?”
Alas! Glorious Day, Amen!
A gentle voice stirs in the distance,
“Hun, class is over now.”
Aw shit. I fell asleep again.
MYHL
10/21/02
Note: (1) May my spirit rest in peace
Commentary: Written in Dara's (Wegman-Geedy) Cell Bio Class to prevent me from falling asleep
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y. H. Landeweer
October 13, 2002
Good Morning Day... O Glorious Sun
Piercing through the shroud of the unlit wrath,
A glowing creature crawls, through pane to eye.
Upon my face, dance the heated rays
The fever of remote fires spurs my tired spirits
Let lambent light illuminate my path,
As the break of dawn paints the distant sky
Fueled by vibrant beams, unspoken voices say:
Blessed be this day; you have no reason to fear it
I smile.
Oh beautiful day, could I ever rise depressed or moody?
I marvel at Apollo's globe; its fire, power and mass.
I lay and ponder to watch the heavenly beauty:
“It’s just a ball of gas.”
MYHL
10/13/02
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y. H. Landeweer
A glowing creature crawls, through pane to eye.
Upon my face, dance the heated rays
The fever of remote fires spurs my tired spirits
Let lambent light illuminate my path,
As the break of dawn paints the distant sky
Fueled by vibrant beams, unspoken voices say:
Blessed be this day; you have no reason to fear it
I smile.
Oh beautiful day, could I ever rise depressed or moody?
I marvel at Apollo's globe; its fire, power and mass.
I lay and ponder to watch the heavenly beauty:
“It’s just a ball of gas.”
MYHL
10/13/02
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y. H. Landeweer
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