From afar doth they practice stealthy deeds,
Beyond tall timbers fallen long before,
To plot and plod for secretive gain,
Without honest hesitation or tinge of remorse,
Diving deep into his brother’s purse,
Absent of conscience or moral restrain,
To return that which was already stolen.

Promised Change comes steadily slow
From the forked tounge desperate to show
The grandness of his frolic scheme
To play the piper of our stolen dream.

But truth doth now follow his every pace
As the serpent slithers in anxious haste
To stike his heel and set mighty blow
Upon desperate resolve for ultimate show.

Dedicated to Our VA Nurses & Doctors

Our hearts have been touched by your caring hands
Our lives ever changed like the ocean sand
As brothers sworn by their honor true
To hold each one up when our days turn blue

We wish you well now as we do part
For life’s new journey and our start
To mend our hearts, to travel new lands
And never forget your caring hands

Samuel V. Latture
Vietnam Veteran
DaNang 1968

Copyright © 2006 Samuel V. Latture

Closed was mine eye, like a long-lasting dream
A dream never-ending, forever extending, and bending mine soul so it seemed.
And as I doth stare yonder distant sky, with flowing haze upon this dreary daze
Leaped did mine breast when sudden I rise, for she gathered me up to play.

Oh my dear friend I doth surely recall,
Thy precious gifts you hath given us all,
For in my beautious dreams forever you roam,
Through tall fields of grass you call your own.

And Lo, I shall not ponder upon moments lost,
But hold dearly fast to the cherished cost,
Of your gentle spirit pressed ‘gainst my hand,
To guide my path through God’s Holy Land.

On the world’s stage do they parade pretentious beneficence with expectant applause from zealous pretenders to a faithless cause perhaps unknown to even themselves.  Oh what an empty heart must it be that follows their self-immersive path of narcistic devotion.

Never a day to pass, never a moment to linger, never a word to escape the roving eye.  Let him not take leave of himself for his own wandering,  for duty is owed to a condemning world who’s failure shall never be even so much as a fleating chance.

Between the lines they read to paint their righteous cause, with never a pause to ponder the why or give question to their sigh.  With haste they steadily plod upon the trail of the wounded beast,  to thrust the spear of fallen fate deep beyond his feet.

We are so woefully and perpetually plagued by inferior minds languishing in ignorant mediocrity proudly waving their banner of self-indulgent sacrifice whilst reaching with expectant out-stretched hand to those they blame for their shameless plight.  Imagine for a moment the world that might be if not for their concentrated resolve for failure.

Her beauteous rise on such gentle morn gave not such clue to mine eye, and though my sense gave rise to the alarm my fellow self says no need to heed the skies.  But alas, once again doth she fool me with her flowing sway, and hither do I fall against her limbs like the wistful days of May.  Perhaps one day shall I gain good wisdom from Her ear, and fall more graceful ‘pon Her fields and say, ‘Oh ! Now I see My Dear!”