by John Sinclair | Jan 25, 2008 | Poetry
For months I have trained Through fear and excitement I remember tin city The bricks and the rain The scenarios and pain You stand at the gate Awaiting your fate The guard lets out a smile He will see you in awhile You hear the word go Out the gate you must go Move...
by John Sinclair | Jan 22, 2008 | Poetry
Goodbye my love Its time to go Goodbye my love I will miss you so As I walk down the stairs My heart as heavy as my bags Goodbye my love Please don’t be sad As I look up from the truck I see you at the window Goodbye my love I mouth to you as we drive away We turn the...
by John Sinclair | Jan 18, 2008 | Poetry
Rocky Balboa climbs into the ring The Big man already awaits the champ The pipes played as he swaggered in No nerves are shown on their faces Just steely looks ready to go through the paces The ref calls them in Rocky lets out a grin The big man replies with the same...
by John Sinclair | Jan 15, 2008 | Poetry
Crack – Thump the rounds come in ‘Contact’ shouts the commander The rounds wiz by our heads We hit the ground, knowing we ain’t dead Get into cover shouts the commander Where it’s a fucking football field we scream I look to where the shots came from The training...
by John Sinclair | Dec 31, 2007 | Poetry
As I look forward – Backwards – Left and Right I see my brothers and sisters As I think of the past the future and the now I see my brothers and sisters For those who have gone before me and those who are still with me and those who are still to come I see my brothers...
