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Sonnett Sundays: Life on the Battlefield

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  Bullet tears like knives through butter So much pain, his heart starts to flutter He never signed up for this strife Slowly, he loses his crimson life The country had lost its glamor Once the bombs started to hammer The medic tries to do his best But soon he’ll take his final rest Try as he may, the blood won’t stop Cleared away from the napalm drop Some morphine was given to him Pain is gone, and the light grows dim He only went to Vietnam To serve his much-loved Uncle Sam His last hope is that it’s God he seeks Away goes the color in his cheeks

Tales from the 13th: Regret from the Beginning (Where Bruises Go)

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  Eric Cafferty was born at the end of May 1974 to Deanna and Eric. According to them, he was wanted; however, the way they acted towards him made it clear he wasn’t. While the pictures of his humble beginnings showed a happy child, his memories began when he was four years old. Sounds remarkable, but his earliest memory deals with him in Florida with his maternal grandmother and his Uncle Lewis. They were feeding ducks; however, Eric went to feed the baby ducks. The mature ducks took it that the child was attacking their offspring, and they flocked upon him. He remembered the feeding of the duckies and then the attack. The bills were flying on him, pecking away angrily. He also remembered the laughter as Lewis found the humor in it all. This wasn’t done out of cruelty or malice; he just happened to come from a long line of sarcastic smart asses. This must have come from the paternal grandfather’s side, as his grandmother, Thelma, wasn’t at all, nor was his eldest uncle, Jason. Lew...

Sonnet Sundays: Ecstasy

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She sings to me from an outstretched arm Can’t help being seduced by her charm Don’t know why she converses with me I love her tone indefinitely She fills my heart with complete desire While it’s burning like napalm fire Like a diamond in a piece of coal The hypnotic sound engulfs my soul Something out of a wonderful dream Just like lying on clouds of whipped cream I’m basking in a sunlight cascade As festive as a Christmas parade Waiting for the treasure to begin The gentle sounds of the violin