by John Sinclair | Apr 26, 2008 | Poetry
I am in my warrior vehicle Encased in this metal coffin No air to be had Things now are getting bad I can’t breathe I gasp for breath Is this the cold hands of death? I try to see but the haze is thick I think I want to be sick My chest it rises and falls Breathing is...
by John Sinclair | Apr 22, 2008 | Poetry
Have you ever stopped to think? About the footsteps in time A person’s journey Through out their time I often do I look at those old stone steps Worn away in the middle Trudged upon by a soldier A comrade in time If you look to yourself Your time will come and go And...
by John Sinclair | Apr 22, 2008 | Poetry
My soul is on fire I am full of desire I cannot get any higher For my soul has been set on fire As I look through the fire My pulse it raises higher and higher You are the one that I desire Ice could not put out this fire I want you so much Why does it hurt? To want...
by John Sinclair | Apr 9, 2008 | Poetry
Keep me in your thoughts As I do what I am trained to do I am to go to this land To fight my fellow man Somewhere in there is a political plan I do as my political masters say It has always been that way Doesn’t mean that I don’t get a say But it is the military way I...
by John Sinclair | Apr 1, 2008 | Poetry
Our Journey It starts when you breathe your first And ends on your last The bit in between Should be a story that must be seen It is your life’s tapestry So should be rich and full And never poor or dull You do not need to be rich in wealth Just happy and in good...
