So Dreams Amerika Poem by Khristian E. Kay

I was just a waif
the son of a soldier
whose life was scarred and reputed
by a war
that we lost
But that’s impossible
(all lies!)
- accept
for the truth is hard
from the bitter scars
in the boys we laid to rest

So I left behind the promises
with a pocketful of truths
whose bonds were sacred and empty
in the eyes of the troops
they call “civilized”
We try and yet
with the games we play
in our serenades
all is lost
and our independence pays the cost

Here we stand in our solitude
fighters in our scorn
losing the battles
of countless ruthless raging wars
Searching for an answer
to the loneliness we hide
of the sorrows which we wrought

I am just a sailor
enchanted by salty seas
A crazed hypnotic dreamer
charted by
unguiding stars
and never reaching them
(All lines!)
- except
the facts are shown
the innocence we’ve known
as it seems
was clearly not meant to be

Thus I write me emotions
dreaming by the lore
(a lonesome reminiscing)
who lies and cheats
to hide himself
from disturbing memories
memories

it’s a lonely way to go

In the mirror stands a shadow
of a dream some wish to give
just a quiet reminder
of those fool enough to live
in search of harmony
(or just wanting to)
but to do it honestly
love is the answer
but the questions fade
into the poetry we make

All rhymes of lust
for a man believes
what he will believe
though the words we write
are honest ones

It’s a lonely race y’know



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