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CONVERSATIONS WITH DEATH PART DEUX Years of death have taught me the true value of a life; that pain, pleasure, and desperation, are joy, in endless strife. Some painful truths. Some realities. Each one of us, will die alone. But somehow, letting go of life feels a lot like going home. We'll see ancestors and friends. We'll see heroes and enemies. We'll see each other blissful in a life of eternal peace. We'll learn, it's not for here and now, for false bravado or pride; we'll learn we've still got living to do, extending long after we've died. We're the caretakers of a generation, of a life which follows ours. We're the glow, the twinkle, the admiration, we're wishes hurled at shooting stars. We are legends. We're fables. We're myths. Tales that young kids love. We're all the stories we leave behind, so they learn to be better, than us. #spburkepoetry #mostlywarpoetry #sometimesnot https://www.instagram.com/p/CTVv5ojLFdJ/?utm_medium=tumblr

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CONVERSATIONS WITH DEATH I took a walk with death last night and asked if I might see, how I would feel if I were him, and how he would live, as me. So we both agreed to try it out. Shook hands, and made the deal, so I could know what death is like and he would know what's real. Now startled awake in horror, I find, I have become death. Our deal was not temporary it cost me all the days I'd left. So I sauntered through the ages I swung, and sliced, with scythe. I envied every single person who got to live their life. The years grew into eons, it felt a bottomless eternity, before I met a desperate soul who wished he were I, and I was he. #spburkepoetry #mostlywarpoetry #sometimesnot https://www.instagram.com/p/CTVvi89r9-L/?utm_medium=tumblr

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My neighbor deployed three times, and said it's all for nothing now. I told him I had too. I lied because I've been over there so many times, I don't know what is true. My brain is scrambled and my nerves are fried, but he didn't need to hear that. So we sat, side by side around a little fire in his backyard, and had a long chat. We laughed about dick jokes, dead brother's quotes, and downed more than a pint or two. We cackled and smoked, and occasionally choked on the real emotions we try to swallow. You know... Those ones that make you feel hollow. Then we told another improper joke. Anything to break the tension, to never mention, all the emotions we really felt. Those terrible little lies, that make us think less of ourselves. If I had done more. If I had been stronger. If I'd paid more attention, they might have lived longer. There isn't any room for that. Our rucks are full enough, and I don't need to be extra weight in his pack. So as the fire died, we let out a sigh, rose and patted each other on the back. Said, "same time, same place, next week?" And that was the end of that. It was also the last time I saw him. He was dead within the week. And I can't help but wonder if he'd still be hear, if I'd have encouraged him to ACTUALLY speak. #spburkepoetry #mostlywarpoetry #sometimesitsjustprose #gwotpoet #gwotpoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/CS0u6qysA_S/?utm_medium=tumblr

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PROCESS AND PROGRESS No matter how you process that's progress and you mustn't quit. No matter what naysayers are saying don't listen to it. #spburkepoetry #mostlywarpoetry #sometimesnot #gwotpoet #lifelessons https://www.instagram.com/p/CS0n7PXs_n5/?utm_medium=tumblr

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O N W A R D

I have the ghost of many brothers

Following me day-to-day

(When not watching over loved ones)

To see what kind of life I'd make

I willfully carry this with me

It compresses my chest and spine

But I breathe deep, and stand up straight

Because I'm marching with their time

And others made it back

But their demons never stopped

And they decided keeping on living

Simply wasn't worth the cost

So now I carry them, also, with me

But I'm not the man I was before

And I am growing so exhausted

From carrying the casualties of war

I hope in some small way

I've brought more honor to their names

I pray that they are proud of me

When I join them in the grave.

But I'm not quite done living

So, with one foot in front of the other

I stand up, breathe in, step off

Marching forward for my brothers.

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S E L F L O A T H I N G I don't know why I hate myself That I am still alive For all the near misses The times I almost died I don't know why I made it And why you didn't survive. #spburkepoetry #mostlywarpoetry #gwotpoetry #gwotpoet #unedited #raw https://www.instagram.com/p/CSx-OTmsTLS/?utm_medium=tumblr

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L I T T L E L I E S There are no little lies. Someone's hurt, something dies. #spburkepoetry #mostlywarpoetry #sometimesnot #sometimesitsjustprose #gwotpoet https://www.instagram.com/p/CSxopqIriua/?utm_medium=tumblr

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G H O S T S It's funny how quickly FOREVER turns into never, again. #spburkepoetry #gwotpoet #gwotpoetry #afghanistan #andotherplaces #andotherfaces #all #just #ghosts (at 𝑵𝑶𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSs2eoSM049/?utm_medium=tumblr

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A F G H A N I S T A N I am recklessly heartbroken. I gave you all my better years. As I sit down to write this I find myself choking back the tears For the men I've lost From the time it cost And agonizing pain Just so we can be at square one Of two thousand and one Again. If you think you know me... Or you'd like too Reach out...and I'll DM you the original version of this I just wrote, which is far to dark for Instagram. #spburkepoetry #mostlywarpoetry #gwotpoet #gwotpoetry #afghanistan #20years #anniversary https://www.instagram.com/p/CSnjtBVLCiW/?utm_medium=tumblr

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D I S C O N T E N T I am Jack's raging discontent. The sum total of a life spent chasing things I never wanted, but I was told I should. I was told they were good. Normal people have things. They don't chase dreams (unless that pursuit brings in more taxes) then we should encourage that. So we all walk around patting each other on the back for our toys, and our clothes, for our vacations, and that new nose job. The tummy tuck. Pec implants. The sum total of our social media following But I've mentioned nothing that will bring us peace So we work our 9 to 5 but never feel alive, unless it's the weekend. We work ourselves ragged until we get some awful disease like COVID-19, or rampant depression. Cirrhosis from to many weekends, or work nights not learning our lesson. I recently found the meaning of all this. Life, at least mine, I mean... and I'm finally getting it back on track. I'd love to tell you more, but the first rule? I'm not supposed to talk about that. #pbmovieprompts #spburkepoetry #mostlywarpoetry #sometimesnot #sometimesitsjustprose https://www.instagram.com/p/CSTLPukAbhy/?utm_medium=tumblr

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M A K I N G A P L A C E (after @thebloodandthebones) I've been searching, for years... doubling back in the labyrinth, lost in the catacombs of my mind. I've been making a place where I feel safe. I feel peace. I can take my time. I don't know if this is above or below the soil... but either, suits me fine. #spburkepoetry #writingprompt #writeforrelease #poetry #poet https://www.instagram.com/p/CR-AUYyLxif/?utm_medium=tumblr

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M I R R O R I M A G E One of these days when I walk by and we lock eyes I'll say I love you and mean it and you'll hear me and believe it. #spburkepoetry #mostlywarpoetry #sometimesnot #sometimesitsjustprose #spilledink https://www.instagram.com/p/CRRWS2vLlqC/?utm_medium=tumblr

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After so many years Behind the same mask I hope when I remove Who I am, I actually have the courage To become who I might be. #spburkepoetry #mostlywarpoetry #sometimesnot #sometimesitsjustprose #latenightprose #latenightthoughts https://www.instagram.com/p/CQ951B-L5Q5/?utm_medium=tumblr

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S T O R M C L O U D S The breeze begins to cool, and songbirds sing no more. The sky becomes a darkness which I have not seen before It swallows all the sunrays. it consumes everything bright; as it passes overhead, it creates shadows out of light. As tiny raindrops fall the banks of rivers swell and sweep away, dreams of heaven in this tumultuous hell. But alas, these rains shall quiet This storm will surely fade. How is it I see, tranquility Now rising from the haze? #spburkepoetry #mostlywarpoetry #sometimesnot #gwotpoet #gwotpoetry #poet #poetry https://www.instagram.com/p/CQ4hr2ur-MG/?utm_medium=tumblr

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P O S S I B I L I T I E S I hope someday that I may be a fraction a sliver just a piece of the man you somehow see in me. #spburkepoetry #mostlywarpoetry #sometimesnot #latenightprose #latenightthoughts #poet #poetry #gwotpoet https://www.instagram.com/p/CQsHrdorEmp/?utm_medium=tumblr

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G O N E There you go again Believing I'm anything like you That I might see in vibrant colors Not a dizzying array of blue There you go again Loving despite all my flaws, Your belief in me, so unwavering That all my demons take pause There you go again Your words wrapped around my soul So tightly, that I can see My discordant pieces as a whole There you go again Acting like you don't know I'm nothing without you, Love. Please, don't ever let me go. #spburkepoetry #mostlywarpoetry #sometimesnot #poetry #poet #lovepoems #lovepoem #latenightthoughts https://www.instagram.com/p/CQsFk5PrGCw/?utm_medium=tumblr

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It's 2:54 on a Friday afternoon; a glass full of whiskey in my left hand, this damn phone in my right. Both help me escape. Both cause problems. They are both poisons I sip on slowly, like I don't know they're killing me. #spburkepoetry #mostlywarpoetry #sometimesnot #sometimesitsjustprose #middayprose https://www.instagram.com/p/CQjn8B7LG1S/?utm_medium=tumblr

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