joeMalo28's Blog

I've never found love because I've always imagined true love would come in the form of strange circumstance; a smile across a crowded room, an accidental slow dance in a crowded hallway between two strangers, headed in two different paths; captured in a moment, bonded together by the joy of a shared laugh.

You see, I've always thought true love would appear like magic, out of bright blue skies, floating amongst the blue jays and butterflies, landing exactly where love's supposed to be, but never expecting it to land that close to me.

Cuz I've always searched for love like a lost boy separated from his mother, frantic and full of panic, grabbing any hand willing to lead me back to where I'm supposed to be, hoping she knows I'm missing, and feeling the comfort of her embrace when she's close to me,

All my life, I've always waited. Waited and hoped, with arms open to be left standing lonely and heartbroken, until you came and brought new hope and a chance at finally experiencing the joys of true bliss; I never knew love would feel like this!

He stands in the dark and listens...for quite.

They shoot in the distance, his instincts are wired.

He's sick and he's tired of the dust and the heat,

he's drained and he's beat, been patrolling for weeks.

In this oasis, worst of all places,

he has looked in their eyes...and seen the hate on their faces.

He's cooking in heat, baking and weak,

surrounded by armor, hot steel and concrete.

Up in the tower, the powers a lie,

as locals stroll in through the gates, he slowly rolls by...out,

to do it again, to clear all the routes,

the doors are all locked, only the Gunner stands out.

His finger's a flinch from the trigger, the sweat on his face,

the salt of its taste, his eyes search the shadows where he fears!....The enemy waits.

The moon's just a tease; its light slowly dances,

and crosses past alleyways, he checks them with glances.

Explosion! It rocks them! The sound and then silence!

The pain as it shocks them and leaves them confused by the violence!

The vehicle flips! It's dusty and hazy!

The rain of octane drips! Everything's crazy!

The Gunner's a goner, the blast is what killed him.

Somebody whispers, "Who'll write the letter to his wife and his children?"

The funeral's quick, Soldiers, slowly saluting a casket,

where there are faces filled with hundreds of questions but nobody to ask it.

Why did he die? The answers seem muddled,

in tears, among peers, who weep in a huddle.

No crying! No need! There's nothing to wonder

This is the life...and the death of a Gunner.

Stranded, alone and empty handed, I stand...in the middle of an emotional ocean on a deserted island...thinking, do I deserve true love and romance? Or have I broken too many hearts and wasted my last chance? Alone, I dance on the shores where waves crash, my bare feet wet, with each step, as I twirl and spin into the deep tides embrace...trying to wash the stains of tears from my face. Until I'm too deep...too deep to see land, it's palm trees and white sands, as I float away with hope...that I'm in God's hands.