To me, Poetry is the first cousin of Music. This is a throwback Poem (Below) from several years ago. Yes, I've written 1000's of poems since High School and had a few Poetry books back in the day. Writing will remain a place of refuge for me until I can't write anymore. For my Pat Benatar fans, I hope you enjoy it. Yes, I'm a huge fan and I've seen Pat Benatar live as well. As the loud yells shot through each ear,
I wondered would I run out of ammunition. 
Discombobulated, 
The opposite of elation.
Gravitation now a figment of the imagination. 
Each side is so resistant. 
At one point we were so persistent. 
Now, we stand opposite of kinship. 
The soldiers approached with vengeance.
I sat on the porch reminiscing on a period,
Where the cracks in my heart were not yet visible;
Physical. 
In Pain, my flag waves for forgiveness on this hill. 
Still, I feel both sergeants didn't fulfill all duties. 
Today, I view myself as an individual. 
Analytically, I gathered pieces of the past, 
and attempted to decipher when war began. 
 "Love is a Battlefield" 
The field of dreams appear sad behind gray clouds, 
And the thunderstorms of lies and deceit defeat;
Reconciliation. 
Our troops stand at attention.
We use to pay each other attention. 
Did I mention? 
Countless passion throughout the night.
Tonight, we stand here with fully loaded clips. 
Treason against Cupid. 
On the count of three we commit marital suicide.
We died 10 seconds ago... 
 "Love is a Battlefield" 
Only bloodstains remain on these grounds. 
During the last heartbeat I saw Purgatory... As The loud yells shot through each ear.........I'm here!
 The End Pat Benatar - Love Is A Battlefield Video
