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vulture bed bbb - July 24, 2016sc

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“It’s alive!  It’s alive!  It’s alive!  It’s alive!  It’s alive!”
           — from the 1931 Frankenstein


I tried (for safety’s sake)
to subdue myself

but as I fought to die
something within fought to live.

Finally I surrendered
to the strength of the spirit.

But I’d already lost so much by then:

to revive myself
I had to kill again—
kill the one I’d become
kill again and again—

a rising sequence of deaths—

such sacrifice adds as it subtracts:

we must sacrifice the life
that keeps us buried

we must sacrifice the old beliefs
that keep our eyes from opening

we must sacrifice those old dreams
that keep our minds from dreaming.

Every day I sacrifice:

every day I die a little more
every day I live a little more.

I once believed this war
would eventually end

but now I know
I must never give up the fight—

must never stop trying to live
the truth of who I am.

© 2016, Michael R. Patton
Common Courage: a bookuch


fist - February 6, 2016s

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“I don’t want the dreams.  I want to be a soldier.”
        –– U.S. Iraq-war veteran


My wounds are the wounds
of every warrior who’s ever
fallen down in pain—

in pain
from the cuts he’s received
but also
from the cuts he’s inflicted.

All bandages soon unravel
so instead I apply blessings
to my wounds—

not a formal prayer
but a form of prayer:

I believe we all pray
for ourselves to ourselves
in this way all the time—

secretly (deep in our being)
we pray for the wounding to end
we pray for the healing of all.

I believe
even those who glory in the wounding
pray in their dreams for this pain to end.
Even those who jest—
their laughter only makes sense
when you realize
the weight of grief held within.

Though I no longer laugh at our pain
my sincerity has not yet healed me

so I continue to go deep—
down to the blessed water
that cleanses and mends
old wounds.

I’m just so tired of the past—
every new battle
only repeats an earlier chapter
in the history of a fight
that has lasted my entire life.

So I’ll keep on, keep on coaxing
these beaten fists open
with blessings, with blessings:

I’m determined to drop
my heavy lead arrows
even though I know others
will still shoot arrows at me.

I’m so curious about us humans…

maybe in the process of opening
I’ll release enough light to see
the grand design we began when
we first started marching
in line behind that wounded-blind
Sumerian king, so long ago…

© 2016, Michael R. Patton
my war for peace: the book

scars shine 248w - July 22, 2015s

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What is a hero?


Medals can be put in drawers
but not scars—

the wound can still
be found on the face
long after I’ve finished
the tedious process
of stitching myself up—

the bonded wound will shine.

I may lie but the white scar won’t!

So I no longer bother to lie.

I haven’t earned
any medals of any type
but my scars shine
even in the dark.

© 2015, Michael R. Patton
dream steps: the blog

smoke gets in your eyes - July 15, 2015s

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I feel we’ve been going a little too fast for a little too long.


Such a sudden blaze
often gets lost
in its own smoke:

I’m talking about my nation

and also about the two of us.

But if we can find
enough presence of mind
to stop ourselves
amid the clouds of our confusion
we may then begin to sense
a better union waits within

waits for expression
waits for our courage.

Not a return to what
we think we’ve lost—
not a return to what
we think we’ve been

but instead,
a going forward
as a new strength
rises into being—

a power now rarely realized
except when we stop
then we may feel it summoning us—
a feeling bright yet deep:

assuring us

a better nation…a better union
waits for us to go within.

© 2015, Michael R. Patton
myth steps: the blog

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