Blood of a Recon

Darkness comes over the desert

The night wind flies over me

And I keep fear underneath my feet

The cold steel from my gun feels like an extended part of me

I try not to think of the worst that could happen

I keep my mind on my mission for my band of brothers;

Will me to do my best

For no superman can see me coming

My feet move fast as Ali

My blows come down on you like thunder

And I am as fast as Mr. Lee

For in me runs the Blood of a Recon Marine

A warrior,l a hero, a leader

I bring peace and I fight evil with my soul, sword and gun

We are sent first into the lions den

And we come out victorious in the end

For no one can match me

I am forever changed

Because in me runs...

The Blood of a Recon Marine

-Janie Zavala ( For Rudy- and for all of our soldiers)

Inkblood-

This poem is from my book Silent and Still it's on my website www.janiepoetry.com

Inkblood-

Poetry runs in my heart

Inkblood runs in my veins

Sometimes it's a burden

Sometimes it's a gift

It's always with me

An extended part of me

I hear a story, or have a bad day

If I feel loved or experience sorrow

Even joyous laughter

I search for pen and paper

It's spilling out of me

Sometimes I am awakened by the poetry in my heart

I write it down

I read it

I breathe it

I am consumed by it

Poetry runs in my heart

Inkblood runs in my veins

My characters are real to me, in my place of imagination

I see them, like a movie in my head

Nothing can stop it

It's forever a part of me

For poetry runs in my heart and

Inkblood runs in my veins

-Janie

Entering the unknown-

I'm holding on to my dreams-
Moving steadily-
I'm taking on more than I know-
I'm pushing violently-
I'm entering the unknown-
With open eyes, taking steps-
Holding on to faith-
Uncertain of the outcome-

Catching fire-
Throwing stars-
Landing on Mars-
I'm an alien to myself-
All that I know-
All that I see-
Can be gone so quickly-
Old ghosts haunt me-
Inkblood releases me-
Images of you-
And what you did, take hold-
I close my eyes-
I can feel the pain of so long ago-

I'm entering the unknown-
With open eyes, taking steps-
Holding onto faith-
Uncertain of the outcome-

Catching fire-
Throwing stars-
Landing on Mars-

Vampires, werewolves, zombies, demons-
Let go-
I'm alone-
I'm twelve years old-
Nothing's sacred-
Everything's cold-
I'm shivering-
It's about to snow-

I've got fire, glitter, diamonds, a volcano rising-
It's filled with truth and my violent ravenous poetry-
Words, pain, grief, memories buried so deep-

I'm entering the unknown-
With open eyes, taking leaps-
Grasping for faith-
Uncertain of the outcome-

Catching fire-
Throwing stars-
Landing on Mars-

-Janie (also inspired by a book I'm writing)

Trying not to lose my way-

Trying not to lose my way-

My story is nothing new-

Tragedy, hypocrisy-

Love, Darkness, Light, Laughter-

Looking forward to another day-

I'm trying not to lose my way-

I'm a ghost walking by-

A distant version of myself-

I'm a story; no it's not new-

I'm bruised, something borrowed-

And something blue-

I'm the word you don't want to say-

The thought lingering in your mind-

Inspirational ideology-

Transformed by a new world and old philosophy-

I'm trying not to lose my way-

I'm a ghost walking by-

Mediocrity turned to brilliant tragedy-

I'm following you-

You're following me-

Click, send, don't press rewind, select, and enter acronyms forward-

Take a stand-

Don't look back-

Looking forward to the next track-

Don't worry, I'm trying not to lose my way-

-Janie Zavala

www.janiepoetry.com

This poem is from my new poem book. It will be on my website soon. For more poetry, recipe's and life blogs please visit www.janiepoetry.com

Ticking Clock

My life is one big ticking clock-
The words in my head, just won't stop-
Interruptions, artistic illusions
Cluttering my peaceful mind-

Nothings certain-
Everythings a question-
Although people see-
They walk around half blind-

I'm not gonna ask you-
So please don't ask me-
The answer to the question-
Of life's uncertainties-
I'm trying to be kind-

My life's one big ticking clock-
The words in my head, just won't stop-

I run-
I pray-
I write-
I read-
I play-
Never knowing what cards will get dealt the next day-

Interruptions, artistic illusions-
Cluttering my peaceful mind-

Do you know how this will end?
I don't know the last words I'll say-
I only know I'm on my way-

My life's one big ticking clock-
The words in my head, just won't stop-

-Janie

Life can be

Life can me hard-
Especially when you take a stand-
Life can be tragic-
Loving someone till the end-
Life can be dull-
If you look at it in black and white-
Forgetting all the hues from heaven above-
Life can be grand-
Taking in moments, breathing in joy, letting go and holding on-

Life is a gift so live in the "present"
Cause' tomorrow may not come
and yesterday is gone-
So learn from your mistakes-
Remember lessons learned and live for today-

Life is a lesson-
And it's not the grade you got, but the experience
and the road you traveled on that got you there-

The people you loved-
The good you did-
The laughter you imparted-
The art you made-
The words you said-
The music you sang-
The love you gave-
The forgiveness you showed-
The life you lived
Life can be-Whatever you make of it-

-Janie

It's been a struggle lately, but I have to believe in my own words....