Today we lost a young marine
Today I lost a friend
Shot down on the battlefield
In Afghanistan
His choose to serve and he knew
What he might have to do
He took the call to risk it all
And serve his country true
Today he died for all of us
Today I died for you
I found her on a rainbow
That appeared inside a dream
( Now they say I just died today)
( but it is only now that I have died that I truly feel alive
But I looked into the mirror and O there was nothing there to see
They sat that when one dies his true self rises as he watches from the other said and watched his own spirit rise
for now he is true his makers son
She took me on a journey
To a place I had never seen
O
We climbed the highest mountains
We waded in cool streams
She gave me hope that I might live again
And learn what true love means
And now I know how precious life is
As painful as it sometimes seems
You have to live in the moment and
You have to chase your dreams
We came to the end of the rainbow
Where I saw no pot of gold
But the spirit of the great I AM
And my immortal soul
And I know that it is death That is the awakening and life I lived
is in truth only but a dream !
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Author:
willyweed (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I dreamed I died so this a dialog or you could said I was talking to my self , you have free I choice to call it a dialog while you choice to sayI talk to myself and we both would be at least half ?
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a very inflicting dream. glad you woke up from it. a pretty cool write WillyWeed.
Thank you Kevin If it didn't kill me I know this poem made me stronger!
And I must thank you for understanding it but you didn't just do that you said it was a pretty cool write! I must respond and my work may appear cool but only to the most sophisticated & very cool reader and would be you No? WW says yes indeed peace through ww
I can see how you feel more alive after a dream like that WW. Great you could express it the way you do here.
Oh write be light so vivid it was this dream I got and dressed And then too k a hot shower as the soaked through my one and only suit so its also my best suit as I get ready to go to pay my last respect I do it even if the dead is a stranger ( I love dress up that much in my one and only so I call it my best suit) PS it about here I realize in my haste I forgot to remember just like last time (h dang it all ) to shower first and then dress so I left the house all wet and a shivering so hard that my knees were knocking so hard That should at least go and see if someone was knocking at my front door so thank you the read and comment but please excuse me I must go and answer the door good day Mad dam I must answer my door!
Ok. Talk to you later 🙂
Wonderful write! I am glad this was only a dream, but you expressed yourself so well. Again, very nice poem!--Christina
And here I stand corrected I thought I lost you as a reader for good and would never heard for you again as the last of my poems that you read or at least comment you said I am almost to afraid to comment on this poem and now I para ... phase as you slowly loose you mind and then as now you were right? There is some half truths in this and the poem I posted way to early get any reation early for no one read or cared to comment on a writer named willyweed for they thought I was ether to stoned from smoking weed or to high to think straight my first dozen posts or so and I put my best a work forward first I got all of this many people & comments ( comment O some) well I quit the weeds years ago and also quit my gardening for lack of interest of growing a garden just so all I could pull and throw away the only thing ever to grow in a my garden WEEDS the name of my favorite pen was willy I I combined my favorite pet pen with by most dreaded & failed hobby gardening and here I must say you where right in your assessment then as now I feel my grip on sanity getting tighter and my hope of tomorrow is I will it be just a little, just as you of me then I was just waiting for the bus for nutsville just they say of a marine one a nut always a nut I was so sorry Of what I might say to you how you never said a cross word about any bodys work but the as now you concern for me not you and my concern was then and is now for you ? this is a strange world we live it , And I still say sane or not All we all ever need is love and con cern is and offshoot born of love for human being Thank for your concern you were gone but never forgotten my good
friend and more then fair lady thank for not giving up totally on me stronger day by day one day soon tatally sane WW
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