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DADDY by Casey Douglas Kenny

9/4/2007

My daddy is a soldier from head to toe, Willing to go to war and fight any foe.
So long as the battle is just,
In him you can trust.

My father always would be shipped off in a hurry,
Leaving mom and I at home to worry.
He’d always be back with some new stories,
Telling us of his new war glories.

In time he held a generals rank,
He’d be the first to battle atop a tank.
That was until the end of the last war,
Daddy never came walking back through our door.

Home was his body flown.
I wait to hear him once more groan.
Instead I hear the twenty-one gun salute.
He was buried in his favorite suit.

My heart is filled with so many pains,
In me sadness reigns.
My head screams out in disbelief.
I feel as though I can not find relief.

Every day I visit his resting stone,
Every time I feel just as alone.
I know he’s not truly here,
But that’s not what I’m ready to hear.

There within me nothingness resides.
I pray to God to let this all subside.
Let met be able to let go
To find happiness I knew a time ago.

BROKEN by Casey Douglas Kenny

9/4/2007

I am a skeleton that’s alive
Of life I have been deprived.
My faith is a Jew.
My number is 7-5-1-2.

My life was great,
I knew not my fate.
My hopes were high,
Till the day the bombs fell from the sky.

That day my family was divided,
I hoped we would again be reunited.
I was put on a train heading one way,
I dreamed of my family the rest of the day.

The train traveled into the unknown,
When it stopped the soldiers took me to a- designated zone.
People were being sorted by age,
The young were put behind a metal cage.

A soldier took away my name,
I saw that everyone was treated the same.
The soldier gave me a number
And a wood board for my slumber.

I was put with the others in a type of house,
There’s barely any room for a mouse.
There’s not enough food for us all
And everyday more of us fall.

At night I hear grown men screaming,
Nobody in here is dreaming.
I lay on my board
And I pray to the Lord.

Please deliver me from here,
For my life I fear.
Watch over my family and friends
Until they meet their ends.

Please strengthen my soul,
Fix in my heart this empty hole.
Take me away from life this night,
Before I see dawn’s first light.

Please I pray
To find that I’m alive the next day.
With my unanswered prayers,
I begin to wonder if He still cares.

The days are long and gray,
Here the children don’t play.
The people are worked without a break,
Here you pay with your life for a mistake.

I can hear the machine gun sound,
The now dead fall to the ground.
To collect the bodies was my job,
But never could I do it without a sob.

The bodies piled high.
I begin to cry.
Is this where my family went.
I pray to God to give me a hint.

The battle rages on outside the fence,
The situation is so intense.
The night sky is bright
With the soldier’s firefight.

Everyday I hope for something,
Escape to the allies when their bells ring.
Other’s pray for a faster death,
trying to end their breath.

I can’t imagine a fate worse then this,
Behind a fence beaten by the fist.
Life isn’t worth living,
Not when I’m left here body thinning.

Everyday is the same,
And everyday the allies never came.
Still I wait for them to come around the bend,
I hope they’ll be here before my end.

Slowly within I die.
To faith, hope, and love I say goodbye.
Now there’s nothing inside,
Not even a hint of pride.

I do my best to hide in my denial.
I try to hide in death a while.
I am broken beyond repair,
I don’t know how my mind will fare.

When the allies came I wasn’t there,
I’m mentally gone in the corner pulling hair.
Once a man now a hallowed shell,
I can no longer listen for the allies’ bell.

CAN YOU IMAGINE by Casey Douglas Kenny

9/4/2007

Can you imagine...

A book without the ink.
A skunk that doesn’t stink.

Art that is concealed.
Leprechauns dancing in a field.

A birthday party without any cake.
All the fish walking out of the lake.

A life that’s boring.
Your dad not snoring.

Casual Fridays on a Saturday.
Football played another way.

Tears that aren’t wet.
A gambler that doesn’t bet.

Fires that don’t warm.
Poetry written in one form.

Stars that don’t have light.
Boxing without the fight.

A knight without his horse.
Police that use no force.

Cars that can fly.
Drugs that don’t get you high.

Eating spaghetti without the fork.
An imagination that doesn’t work.

I know not of then only of now by Casey Douglas Kenny

6/4/2008

Tired of sleepless nights,
Wish I had something to make this right.
More than a thing
Someone to make my heart sing.
Pull each string soft and sweet,
To treat
Me back to reality.
Two different yet the same compatibility.
Back on my feet,
Ready to hit the street.
Not ready to take this on my own,
Please don't make me take it alone.
Take my hand
And let our feet leave land.
Lips eager to be kissed,
Arms that will be missed.

Then as soon as it started
We were left parted.
Gone for awhile,
Returning with a different style.
A new flare, a new fling
But will you still make my heart sing?
Gone for so long,
Will I dance to a different song?
Will there be a different beat
Keeping me on my feet?
Who's to say who what or how,
All I know is I miss you now.
I will see you soon,
Under some pale morning moon.
Together alone,
No parents, no school, no phone.
Just us two
Me and you.
Miss you deep
So much I'm missing sleep,
To write this for you,
Keeping it fresh and new.
Now for the end
My sweetest of friend.
Sweet dreams and a good night,
I will see you in your dreams tonight.

MY BOYS by Casey Douglas Kenny

5/2/2007

The planes above are flying high,
But in me the troops rely.
I’m to lead them to the front
And with them I am blunt.

Troops listen here.
Our mission is clear.
Support the allies
They face an enemy of great size.

I have just two rules.
First don’t act like a bunch of fools.
Second don’t get yourself killed,
Until our mission is fulfilled.

Now gather your gear
And forget all your fear.
You’ll be seeing plenty of gore.
Then again this is war.

We left the base together,
Birds of a feather
And brothers in arms.
Each with our good luck charms.

We arrived to the front,
Ready to take up the hunt.
We brought bodies and fresh supplies.
Ready to take the prize.

The battle’s intense,
We’re put on the defense.
I hear the bullets passing by,
But I refuse to die.

My boys are standing strong,
But this is not where they belong.
I watch them fall.
No longer standing tall.

Their kids fresh from school,
Being used as a nation’s tool.
I see the life leave their eyes,
As they scream out their last goodbyes.
Our morale is fast depleting.
We’re taking one hell of a beating.
The enemies are coming forth.
We’re forced towards the north.

Now we’re left without cover.
A way out we must discover.
Grenades and bullets heading this way.
I tell the boys its okay.

Here we are stuck
Running out of luck.
Then the planes arrived apropos,
To fight the foe.

Everyone shouts in victory,
That is everyone except for me.
Today I lost my sons
To the enemy’s guns.

Tomorrow I’ll be sent more
To lead into war.
They’ll die just like the others,
Never again to see their mothers.

By Casey Kenny

BURNING MORTALITY by Casey Douglas Kenny

3/9/2008

Burn away mortality,
Kill this painful reality.
Lay it on the funeral pyre
And watch as it's set on fire.

Feel the burn,
Flames dance and turn.
Fueled by fears
Extinguished by tears.
Flickering and tormenting.
Sit back and start lamenting.
Watch it burn down to dust.

Collect your ashes before the gust
Of wind comes and takes them away
And carry them into the gray.

Smoldering black smoke.
Hang around you and choke.
Leaving you breathless,
In silent distress.

Gone with your humanity,
Death within your insanity.
No chance of escaping
Through holes gaping.
Growing wide,
Unable to release whats inside.

This is your pyre,
You're the one who set it on fire.
It's your burning mortality,
Your frightful fatality.
Feeding off your fears
From your countless years.
This is your funeral day,
Toss your ashes away.

Are you missed yet
Or did everyone already forget?

Don't be afraid to make mistakes by Casey Douglas Kenny

3/9/2008

Reach for the moon and stars,
Empty out saving jars.
Spill color on the blank sail.
You live not wanting to fail.

That is your biggest upset,
Trying to avoid lessons you'd never forget.

Time you measure,
Awaiting times of pleasure.
Living for some other when,
Who knows if this when will happen again?
So many paths that cross your road.
The choice is a gift bestowed
Upon you.

Be honest and true
With whom you are.
Go the wrong way and reach that star.
Don't be afraid to make the mistake,
Just keep reaching and try to take
What it is you want most,
Else those stars become a haunting ghost.

Don't wait for another day,
Don't search for some easier way.
You get one chance,
You need to move to advance
In your life.
It maybe filled with strife
At least you can hang your head high
And say you have no question of why
You're here today.
It's because you didn't take the easy way.

Don't be afraid to make mistakes by Casey Douglas Kenny

3/9/2008

Don't be afraid by Casey Douglas Kenny

3/9/2008

Wish it all back by Casey Douglas Kenny

3/9/2008

Hang distant memories on the wall.
Put them up before they fall-
Out of mind
And the passages of time.

Moments trapped, caught, and framed.
Living in the past wild and untamed.
Stuck in the then and when,
Wishing things to change to how they could've been.

Reminiscing in the past
Wanting those moments to last.
Remembering when our day came.
To when you were taken away.

But here you remain,
Myself I blame.
In my heart is where you lay,
That is were you stay.

Till the Dead Awaken
My memories have forsaken.
Hiding in the once was
To escape the now because
It hurts to love what I can't hold.
To love again, I'd have to melt this heart cold.

Broken hearted by Casey Douglas Kenny

3/9/2008

This poem is your last,
The others are in the past.
Sorry, i didn't mean for you to cry
Over them, including this one; my goodbye.
You never seem to know what you feel,
Leading me on into this ordeal.
I thought we had something great,
Now thats up for debate.
You want me to give up on you,
Thats the last thing i want to do.
I just wanted you and me to be we,
We could of been happy, to late will you see.
I'm sorry for my one slip,
If only i wasn't human, i wouldn't trip
Up in love for you.
What can i say? its what i do.
I've been there at your side,
I'm the one you ran to, behind me you hide.
You hide when your stressed, upset, mad,
When he's done you wrong, doing bad.
I guess that's love,
Thats not what i think of!
Who am i to tell you whats in your heart?
I am the one you could of had from the start!
Nobody dies from being hurt,
Nobody dies from a big flirt.
You say your a though cookie,
In this game of love your no rookie.
Even the toughest cookie will crumble,
And eventually you'll fumble.
I hate to see you smile,
When it's not for me. Am I not your worthwhile?
This is your last poem from me,
This is my finale decree.
Goodbye sweet heart,
My next poem will be when your falling apart.
I love you,
And I'm sorry to be true.
I'm sorry.

Sick Love by Casey Douglas Kenny

3/9/2008

this is making me sick!
you say you listen
but you don't respond.
i spill my heart open
so you can see
what is that i hold inside for you.
we talk and you act
like we're cool,
nothing happened.
you ignore my questions,
couldn't explain your love.

i can explain my love
in a hundred different ways.
you can't give me one.
you had to make love,
before you said you have it.

the tears i cried,
flows like a river,
still flowing when
the river goes to bed.

the pain from heart to head
is more than i want to bear.
Still i bear it for you.
i love for the love of you.

the time will come
when you will fall;
because he dropped you
and i won't be able to catch
you in my arms, keep you safe.
you can do better,
that is clear to all
but you.

when you will
You'll wake up?
too late to see
that the something better
has moved on.?

No longer do i wish
to play games!
I want you,
my Annabel Lee,
my sweet heart,
my girl.

if you love him,
then you can love
him all you want.
don't expect me
to always be there every time he
hurts you.
i love for the love of you,
do you have love for me?

All i wanted was to make
you mine,
to hold under the stars.
take your breath away
when i said, "i love you."
what do you want of me?

you put your trust
in me.
I've done everything,
i could for you!
Time and again,
i prove my self to you.

I know what it is
my heart is telling me.
what is your's?

I love for the love of you,
will you ever accept the love?
I love for the love of you,
do you have love for me?

No Escape by Casey Douglas Kenny

3/9/2008

you wonder why i drive so fast,
it's because I'm trying to escape my haunting past.
trying to escape and forget my mistakes,
with each tender memory my body aches.

you ask why my music is so loud,
it's to drown out my thought's sound.
like your innocent laugh,
when it's not for me; I'm cut in half.

you laugh when i run away from my shadow,
to me its my seeing window.
Like my shadow i grow long,
in the sun's setting song.

i hate to see you smile when
it's not for me. it hurts within
every time i see it flash.
inside i burn for you, turning into ash.

you have your joy with me,
when you break my heart you see.
your the one i thought about,
the one i sought.
the time i wasted on chasing you,
I'll never get a chance to redo.

you just want to be my friend,
as you say, "till the bitter end."
it hurts to know thats what we are,
how hard i tried and this is how far;
i came
and you want things to remain the same.

you tease cause I'm strange.
it's because things between us change.
now i run away from my love,
your "love" is what I'm afraid of.

Giving Up by Casey Douglas Kenny

3/9/2008

My heart is in a whirl
Watch as it spins and twirls
On the end of this string.
Watch as it does a pendulum swing.
Wish I didn't have to feel,
Why do I bother with every breath I steal.
Lost in a white haze,
Hoping that these feeling are a passing phase.
Others tell me what to do,
What to believe, what is true.
It's all just soundless noise,
Ignoring their pointless ploys
To save me from myself.
Stop me from breaking bottles off the shelf.
These bottles of emotions
Broken open, enough to fill oceans.
I can't keep my head above the waves,
Drowning into the abyss; bottomless graves.
Close my eyes and accept this fate
Accept this weight,
sinking even more.
Never again to have my feet touch sandy shore.

Burning Mortality by Casey Douglas Kenny

3/14/2008

The Speak of Man by Casey Douglas Kenny

3/14/2008

Heart as stone,
Blood outflow slow and cold.
Tongue forked,
Prod and stab;
Cuts deep, leaves no mark.
Fanged teeth,
Flooding river of venom.
Killing slowly every bite.
No wounds, deadly hurts.

Fear its open mouth
Its tongue,
Narrow and empty eyes.

Beware the animal of man.
The evils of the spoken,
Speak kills better than weapons.

It coils the heart binding and unwinding
Contracting and loosening
With the bad and good spoke.

Lifting the heart
To heavens unseen.
Or
The rope necklace tightening
Around the neck.

Beware the animal that is man.
The evils of the spoken,
Speak kill better than weapons.

His heart as stone,
Blood outflow slow and cold.
Tongue forked,
Prod and stab;
Cuts deep, leaves no mark.
Fanged teeth,
Flooding river of venom.
Killing slowly every bite.
No wounds, deadly hurts.

Love me again by Casey Douglas Kenny

2/20/2008

I'm sorry I missed the day.
I wanted to ask but didn't know how to say.
Secrets I kept about my feeling for thee.
Separate we remain you and me.
Our hearts could of been made whole, one;
Sharing love in the seasons of the sun.
Afraid to ask for the second chance,
Whilst your eyes hold me in a steadfast trance.
Please I ask; One more try?
Let me into your heart, I cry!
I want to be more than just a fad;
Together there is much love to be had.
What must I say and do,
To prove that the feelings I hold for you are true.
Let go of whats chaining you down
And Accept this my crown.
We can be together queer and free,
Open your eyes to me and see
That it's I your heart and soul is searching for.
This is my wish, dream, and hope nothing more
And nothing less. For I want your love of me.
I'm Sorry of everything I didn't do!
I'm Lost in the heart, wandering without a clue.
Give me one more shot, try, a finale dance
And I'll show you the meaning of Romance!

The Fountain by Casey Douglas Kenny

2/20/2008

Drink from the fountain.
The fountain of life.
Stare into its surface,
Look into your eyes,
Into your soul.
Is your life worth living?

Take your wishing coin,
Pay the price for your dream.
Watch the ripples wipe
Away..clean your face.
Free from age and pain.
Your youth is restored,
But inside you feel the same.
Old and stretched,
Tired and weak.
Was it worth the wishing coin?

Drink from the fountain of life.
Fill empty palms with
The reversing drink.
Try to catch every drop
That falls from your cup,
Like you've tried to steal your
Every breath.

Feel it cascading through
To every part of your being.
No longer stretched and tired.
Still weak inside.

Living for fear of the night,
To put a stopper on the inevitable.
Was it worth it,
To live another life?
You may be made anew
But the world remains the same.

How long until the Fountain,
Runs dry and barren.
Filled with your useless wishing coins.
Emptied by you,
Everytime you wanted to hide,
From His touch of death.

Now Death the undoer
Pulls back the hood.
Stare into his eyes,
Watch you life unfold,
Untangle, unwind, unravel.
Watch yourself cowarding
Beside the fountain.

You spent your life
Looking for life.
You tried to hide from
The darkness instead of living
A life worth living.

Life, was it worth living again?
Taking your every breath
In the shadow that
You tried to run from?

The time will come,
When you must fill
The fountain.
Fill it with your tears,
Sweat and blood;
Which you wished
To keep flowing.
You must pay like
The others before you.

Drink from the fountain.
The fountain of life.
Stare into its surface,
Look into your eyes,
Into your soul.
Is your life worth living?

Safe by Casey Douglas Kenny

2/17/2008

Woe is I,
Lost and confused in a
Dream of dreaming.
Is it helping or hindering

Lost in thought;
Drifting in emotions

Corked is the wine bottle,
Which is self.
I bottle every bottle
Filling eternal cellars

Thoughts, pains and dreams
Aging away,
Days pass to years and tears pass to fears

In time the bottles empty.
Dry and lined in dust.
Cob webs filled its parched spaces
Trapped within my bottles
Of self.

What is left?
What makes me human?
Emotions I avoided.
Pain I ignored.
Feelings I passed away and shunned.

Evaporated into dark and dirt.
Nothing left;
Just questions.
What might have been?
Could of felt?
Among an endless list.

Locked in the dark,
This cellar within.
Damp and hollowed echoes
Of regret, questions and unfeeling
How do I begin to see the light
The surface bright
The good in life.

Instead I choose to remain numb,
Pay the indifference to my hopes,
Thoughts, dreams and aspirations.
Nothing will change,
I’ll remain the same.

An infinite blank
A emptied canvas.
Predictable and safe,
Nothing hurts me.
Here in this hole
Safe from the world a whole.

Secretive and lonely,
This cellar
My Shield,
My silent grave.

Pretty Pistol by Casey Douglas Kenny

1/31/2008

I’ve got a crush
On this pretty pistol.
My heart she stole.
Got held up in the rush.

You’re ready to fire.
My heart is set aflame.
With your beauty you aim,
The bullet your name.

Loaded to the teeth.
Hands on the handle.
Ready to blow out my candle.
What lies beneath?

It takes a strong force
To hold that shield.
What hasn’t time healed?
Tell me your pain’s source.

Let down your guard,
That empty facade.
Pardon my prod
I’m looking for where you’re scarred.

How do you live,
How do you grieve?
What is it you believe?
Are you even alive?

Do you know how to cry,
Be weak?
Is your heart so bleak?
How long ago did you die?

What can I do?
Is there time to save a soul?
Could I make you whole?
Make you anew.

I’ve got a crush
On this pretty pistol.
My heart she stole.
Got held up in the rush.