THE DUALITY OF WAR
A Trilogy of Poems by Alan L. Winters, Nancy L. Meek, and Faye Sizemore
Part 1:
SECOND SELF
It is night,
And we have met yet again on blood soaked battlefields
Strewn with remnants of long ago fought wars.
I am you and you are me bound in shared duality,
Shackled by the filaments of our lives.
Like shadows through a curtain, our destinies uncertain;
Forced to spend our time between Xanadu and Hell,
Repeating when we rose, repeating how we fell.
I am my dreams, scatter my thoughts of green mountains
And valleys nectar sweet.
And let me touch the hand of God,
And feel the earth between my feet.
You are my nightmares shaped by fear and dread.
You are the storm of trauma that crashes in my head.
We are Cain and Abel,
Both good and evil needed to keep the other stable.
So as we share our second self in the middle of the night,
Let us rest in peace as one until the morning light.
©Copyright August 29, 2007 by Alan L. Winters
Part 2:
CHAINED TOGETHER IN THE ARENA
Ahhh... the eternal battle between extremes!
Like night and day in a deadly tug-of-war,
Nightmares pouncing on Peaceful Dreams,
Cain slaying Abel while God bars the door!
Draw back the curtain and reveal the fight!
As the battle rages between Xanadu and Hell,
as thumbs go up, or down, for wrong or right,
may God have mercy and ring the bloody bell!
©Copyright September 1, 2007 by Nancy L. Meek
Part 3:
CURTAIN CALL
Now the stage is set
we play to the audience of no regret
Again we do
what we swore to
Defend the flag and its cause
in a land of broken laws
If you fall before me or if I fall before you
... the same will hold true
I will remember you
and ask that the same you will do...