Rumenations

Heartless

Published on November 16, 2018 by rumenateusLeave a comment

She sat there staring into the mist,

pieces of her heart floating around her.

I tried to pick them up.

I held them in my hand, slowly

repairing the damage.

Some floated away.

I worked, long, desperately to save her.

Though, I realized, eventually

I was trying to repair her

with the very pieces I had torn off.

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Music

Published on November 15, 2018 by rumenateusLeave a comment

Music

The beginning of something.

The slow cadence of sound escaping from

a cold instrument, fingers yet to warm.

Random notes transforming into beauty.

Chords wrapped around the air

caught by those tuned to become aware.

So subtle the change,

but for those fortunate enough to attune

will forever remember the magic they were part of,

and the sound,

that brought forth their unforgettable joy.

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You Ran Off

Published on November 14, 2018 by rumenateusLeave a comment

You Ran Off

I was your plaything, a cast off.

I gave you my heart.

You ran off with my soul.

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The Night Clock

Published on November 13, 2018 by rumenateusLeave a comment

Seconds slow down

Minutes fade.

Time intervals grow longer.

As night applies its’ long arduous shade.

Total loss of mind control.

Tis times’ fury against this restless soul.

The day may rise anew for those lucky few

Souls of others from sleep and rest they grew

But none so unlucky as us

Destined to lie here in painful wait

All too aware of our oncoming,

and sleepless fate.

Seconds trickle, time holds fast.

Night slogs onward for ever last.

Hearing sounds of endless night,

Time stands still while sleep loses another fight.

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You’re the One

Published on November 12, 2018 by rumenateusLeave a comment

You're the One

If the flutter in my heart is true?

You’re the one.

Veterans Day 2018

Published on November 11, 2018 by rumenateusLeave a comment

To my brother,

I wanted to give you a much needed Thank You on this special day. I get up everyday in this amazing country – I’m warm, the fridge is full. Every week I take my family to church unhindered by local authorities.

I drive my vehicle on safe roads, I elect representatives and think sometimes that “my rights” are getting hindered. But I do all these things without thinking. I do them because I am free.

I can do all of these things because you went out and fought for me. You dug your bed at night, sleeping in dust storms that didn’t allow you to see your hand in front of your face. You were so sick you didn’t stop vomiting for days.

You walked more dusty miles and provided safety for more people then I will ever dream to meet in a single lifetime. Minefields, Artillery, Grenades, you fought it all. I remember when President Bush announced the incursion and at that very instant you were driving your Humvee over enemy lines.

You were fighting for me while I sat in my warm living room.

You did it all for this country – You did it for me, your family, my family, and millions of people that STILL live in their warm homes. They all can worship our Jesus in their own freedom. You gave your self and your safety for ours.

Thank Thank THANK YOU for what you did! I love you so much. I wish I could say this a better way – I wish we all could. These few words pale to your sacrifice, I just hope they convey how grateful I am for you. How much it means to me every day that I still have my freedom.

I pray you have a fabulous day. I am so thankful you are here to join in the celebration of this great land. This land that you a veteran had a huge hand in persisting. I only hope we ALL NEVER FORGET what you fought for, and for those who you knew who never made it home.

Love,

Your Brother, My Family, Our Families, and the Entire Nation

I Wish This Was True

Published on November 10, 2018 by rumenateusLeave a comment

I Wish This Was True

Grant me one wish.

Just stay.

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Brother Where Art Thou?

Published on November 9, 2018November 9, 2018 by drewbomLeave a comment

Brother Where Art Thou_

I knew a boy, flawless, talented, cocky.

I knew a boy, an artisan, musician.

One day, ran off to war to fight for a cause.

I know a man, broken, scared, darting eyes.

I know a man, haunting memories too layered to escape.

He fought for me, though alive gave too much.

I mourn a man I used to know.

I mourn for one, fighting for us, lost himself.

For our freedom.

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In remembrance of Veterans Day, and for all of you who have lost or know someone who came home from war not the same person they were before they left.

I wrote this today for my brother, he’s home and has been for many many years. Though PTSD and multiple other diagnoses rendered do not help undo the hurt and loss of one we knew before he left versus the one who came home.

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend.

Thank you.