Friday, July 19, 2013

crazy?

How can one tell
If one is losing their mind?
Could questioning one's sanity
Mean everything's fine?
Can one know the difference
Between a chemical and a devil?
Is really possible for one's
Psyche to be so fragile?
Does peering into a mirror
Allow one to view their own soul?
Will studying the past
Tell what the future will hold?
Are the voices one hears
The product of imagination?
Or is there more to it,
A more sinister explanation?
Then again, can one be insane
When the whole world is unhinged?
Where evil is good
And virtue is sin.

But why am I asking you
These questions of the mind?
How could your insight be
Any more valid than mine?
And why are we bound together
In this trip through the void?
I have all of these questions
While you just seem annoyed.
I wish you'd say something -
One thought, one reply;
Instead of the constant staring,
Staring with hollow eyes.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Waiting

I usually don't share this kind of thing, but this is too good not spread around.

AmericanMercenary: Irrelevant, but waiting.

Beware the fury of a patient man.
John Dryden

Monday, July 1, 2013

Our thoughts and prayers go out to the families and friends of the Granite Mountain hotshots

Here's a few poems fellow firefighters have posted on FB.

The sky has turned to an amber, orange glow
Smoke fills my lungs, as I pray to God from below
This hits our crew tremendously quick
The flames draw closer, dancing thick.
Last resort, I can only stay in my shelter
Gasps of despair, the heat left to swelter.
I know that I don't have much time
I risked my life that June
Me, and my crew on the fire line

But do not shed a tear for me
I went into this to ensure you would be freed.

-WR Berry 7/1/13

Into the bowels of Hell they went. No thought for themselves that day was spent.
Hoping to save some from losing all, they faced those flames while standing tall
Against harsh heat and winds strong, soon they knew and heard death's song.
With one last prayer to beat the heat, they covered themselves with a foil sheet
But on it came, that monstrous fire, and turned each tent to funeral pyre.
Into the bowels of Hell they went. No thought for themselves that day was spent.

By Renee Aun