Homecoming

This place was home,
He knew its roads well
He found it hard to unwind
After leaving its dusty trails.
Tormented with dreams
Of his time spent in hell
It’s all he speaks
When he tells his tales.

They burn in the flames
Faces, not names
Playing sick little games
With their precious remains
While others got locked in a cell

And where was he?

Strong enough to survive
Perhaps lucky
He was still alive,
Somewhere drowning in beer
His fourth or so today
If he were so lucky,
Why doesn’t he feel that way?
Should he have died in that place,
That land he called hell?
Over there was nothing,
This was the real prison cell.

A wounded man with no name
Broken, alone and ashamed,
Looking to place the blame
With hands, blood stained.
Living a nightmare,
All to real…

And a medal on his chest!

Was that all he had left?
Surely he had to know
More than that remained,
He calls for another drink,
Trying to drown his pain,
In a place called home
My how things have changed…



J.A. Wine

A Pile of Sand

It was night again
Just you, by yourself
And a pile of sand
That was once your heart,
Now residing in your hands.
So fine are the grains
Through your fingers they ran
Uncountable pieces,
Of the silty sand.
Most of it lost
To the strong blowing winds,
Landing wherever it may
Or back through the air again.
You sit without hope
Living with a heart, that was
Broken so often
It turned to dust
Neglected so much
It began to rust,
That still craved love
But knew only lust
It’s common sense
Replaced,
With a naïve trust.
So futile is a love
That can’t possibly fill
Much like a placebo
Pretending to be a pill
And loneliness?
An inevitable fate
Emptiness a flame.
Slowly burning to hate
Not for another but for yourself,
Afraid of the night
That alone time with yourself.
Those parades of tears
And your pile of sand
That was once your heart
Now residing in your hands
It blows in the wind
Through your fingers
And out of your hands,
Exactly how does one mend
A pile of sand?

J.A. Wine

Confessions of a Superhero

As a boy, I wished that I could fly.
To see the world from way up high
With the wind rushing through my hair
I’ve always wanted to be something more
Something other than what I was:
Weak and fearful.
Haunted by the nightmares and
The monsters and ghosts that slither in the night.
It was always that way for me
Forced to carry around horrific memories;
Memories that I had inherited as a child,
The death of my parents, etched into my brain,
Burning as bright as a
Lantern
In the darkest night.
A bloody reality no child should have to witness.
Yet I did witness it.
Right before my eyes,
The gunshots were steady and slow
Like the pounding of the judge’s gavel
Passing judgment on me,
Ordering me to an eternity of pain and suffering
A sentence I would have to serve
Every time I close my eyes
An indefinite sentence with no end.
I watched them lie on the pavement like lifeless dolls
A crimson stream flowing down like a river, tainting the
Fresh snow that fell on that cold winter’s night,
Staining it forever red.
They were gone as if they never were
Faces on pictures,
Wrinkled from a careless school boy’s loving touch
Yearning to dive in,
To feel their warm embrace once again.
Pictures now as precious as pure
Gold.
While I would overcome the odds,
I stand as of today,
A member of an elite club
To which I am the weakest link
In a chain forged of tempered
Steel.
Still I persist,
Gracious that I am counted worthy to
Be amongst friends who would protect me;
Die for me as
The family that I never had the chance to know.
And while they bear with me
Tonight, I feel a sudden pain of guilt,
As I lie in bed icing my wounds,
Plagued with self loathing and doubt
Feeling the aches and pains of my own mortality and
Realizing that I am less than them…
No matter how I try to blend,
I will not be them.
This costume I wear?
Merely a mask that I hide behind, praying
That they will somehow not notice my human frailty.
What I wouldn’t give to be something more.
…As a boy I wished that I could fly.
To see the world from way up high
With the wind rushing through my hair
I’ve always wanted to be something more;
Something other than what I was
Time has pass and that boy is now a man
Yet he still makes that wish
Every now and then.

J.A. Wine

A Dying Rose

I try in vain
To savor its sweet smell
This fragment of Eden
The essence of lover’s tales.
Something went wrong
As it’s petals crack and dry,
I’m desperate to save it,
Almost anything I would try
What’s done is done
A fate cruel in kind,
It’s lost its glow
Burdened,
By hands of time
An ice in my heart
Like a winter’s cold snow.
As I try in vain
To save a dying rose…

The Fallen Man

The fallen Man
Becoming one with the dirt

Soiled Hands,
Soiled Hair,
Soiled Pants,
Soiled Shirt.

The fallen man
Yearning to rise,
He’d been lying too long
Murmuring quiet songs
Watching the sun rise
Day after new day.
Time passes him by
Poor fallen man
The grass grows tall
All around him,
Along with floral blooms
His aching body
Baked by sun at high noon
Dreaming of the past
Letting it sooth his soul
Not letting despair win
Or simple apathy set in
For one day he knew
He could walk again;
Carry himself off of the dirt
Cleansing his

Soiled Hands,
Soiled Hair,
Soiled Pants,
And soiled Shirt.

Today,
He is the fallen man
Tomorrow,
He would have a new plan
A tiny glimmer of hope
Taking the form of
A quiet song
For he knew the dirt
Was not where he belonged
When the morning sun comes
He would again,
Try to stand.
The undying courage
Of the fallen man.

Will I See You Again?

Writing by the window
By the moon’s soft glow
Cooled by a gentle breeze
As the grass whispers a song
I wonder where you’ve gone?
As I Wait for your promised return
My days blend in
And long nights never end
I just want to know
Will I ever see you again?

Another day begins
I’m writing to you again
I don’t know what else to do
I’m lost and alone
I’m afraid, you know
Of the things I hear at night
So please come home
You’re quite busy I know
But I miss that silly grin
I just want to know
Will I ever see you again?

I want to leave town
The despair unbearable now
It’s been months
Since I’ve heard from you
Are you ever coming home?
Where else do you have to go?
How much longer must I lay in wait?
As I write with my pen
I dream of days back when
I just want to know
Will I ever see you again?

I wrote to you to say
I feel it all slipping away
What was there is now gone
Like a candle’s fading light
I fear you’ve lost your sight
The distance has taken its toll
So goodbye my best friend
We will never be again
Yet I still yearn for the time
When I will see you again.

A Dream

What is a Dream?

Our Destiny revealed?

Secrets that are concealed.

Our deepest desires?

Perhaps a raging fire!

Maybe the conscious within?

Guilty for past sins.

A wise inner guide?

Words of the spirit inside.

Perhaps they are in vain

A way we escape our pain.

Lessons to be learned?

An Impending wrong turn...?

Welcome

Welcome to the Blog.

As I stated in my about me section this blog is nothing more than a collection of poems that I have written over the years. Some will be new some will be old it won't matter which is which. I hope to inspire some of you and entertain others whatever your flavor is. Please leave feedback whenever you read my work, I need you feed back good or bad. Yes haters I need your input too.

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Very sincerely,

J.A. Wine