by Alex Roissetter | Jun 25, 2009 | Poetry
When we return back from war, It is hard to see what we are fighting for, All that violence on the sand, Is mimicked like a mime in this land. All the blood leaked from our veins, With all the loss and the bitter pains, It seams like it comes to naught, Just a motion...
by Alex Roissetter | Jun 12, 2009 | Poetry
My muse has gone a’wondering, For away from my head, Its been so long I wonder, If he has fallen in the gutter dead. My hand has ceased its scribbling, Before it has begun, And the pages stays blank before me, Like a shadow in the sun. But maybe it is not all gone,...
by Alex Roissetter | May 13, 2009 | Poetry
I killed a man today, It happened in my waking, I looked in the mirror and there he was, His heart forever breaking. I killed a child today, He was in my head playing, And in three ranks at attention standing, Into the past he fades praying. I killed my love today, It...
by Alex Roissetter | Apr 9, 2009 | Poetry
The flames have scorched the sky to dusk, The black snow flakes fall with but a whisper, The whistle of torn air with the beat of the drum, The forever war goes on unknown. My boot prints are gold in my toiling passage, The wasteland of this once pure city stretches...
by Alex Roissetter | Apr 9, 2009 | Poetry
I walk past each grave in turn, Looking at each name, A man stands before one the same in its tier, A tear runs down his cheek, Salutes the stone with his best, I see him every year. I look out to where the names are left, New names are there those that fight today, I...
