I lived in Lake Elsinore California for ten years before moving to La Mirada California for three years and eventually moved to Claremore Oklahoma where I live now. I'm engaged to Kathryn and have a son Jeremiah. more »
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Nathan Kraft Poems
My Hero is Many, My Hero is One. My Hero Proudly Holds a Gun. My Hero Fights,
The Sun Rose in A Dirty City, in This Dirty Weather, That Showed no Mercy. My Boots were Stomping,
Send Me Your Pain
Send Me Your Pain, Everytime You Shed a Tear. Eveytime You Scream, Everytime You Gasp in Fear.
Cold Blue Steel, Runs Across My Wrists. Feels So Good, And I Catch a Glimpse.
I See You Sitting There, Cold Eyes To The Sky, and I Can't Imagine Why, You Scream at Night.
A Better Man
We Were Fine, Till He Showed Up. Not A Problem in the World, Till You Hooked Up.
Pain and solitude surrounds, this humbled empty husk. The love and hope now all dried out, only words to describe: Alone.
Perception of Reality
What have I done? This evil menace won. Impossible to run Because there no longer is a sun.
My Fear is not the Darkness or the Monsters it infests. Nor is it the Bullet Piercing through my Chest.
Hope Fades Away
When There's no Falling Far From Grace, and All Your Hope Fades. It's a Dreary Face, When Nothing Seems to fall in Place.
Peace and Quiet
Please, peace and quiet. Forever in this place, Forever in this race. Please, private sanctum.
A spark ignites the deepening darkness, and this solemn young man searches desperatly through the mist. Monsters reach out to retrieve him, but the boy fights.
Breaking, and Falling to Catch Supposed Callings.
Turn Me Away
My Blood Turns to Daggers, Shooting up my Veins. Stabbing and tearing the Contents of my Heart, Sent Straight to the Brain.
Comments about Nathan Kraft
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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My Hero is Many,
My Hero is One.
My Hero Proudly Holds a Gun.
My Hero Fights,
My Hero Kills,
My Hero Falls Out in the Field.
My Hero Laughs,
My Hero Cries,
My Hero Tries and Tries and Dies.
My Hero is Dirty,
My Hero is Smart,
My Hero Charges Towards the Front.
My Hero's a Soldier,
My Hero's a Marine,
My Hero's A Sailor Riding Across the Seas.
My Hero's an Airman,
My Hero Sacrifices,
My Hero Loves.
My Hero is Mine