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Best Poems From
NATHAN KRAFT
(December 25,1991)
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My Hero
My Hero is Many,
My Hero is One.
My Hero Proudly Holds a Gun.
My Hero Fights,
My Hero Kills,
My Hero Falls Out in the Field.
My Hero Laughs,
My Hero Cries,
My Hero Tries and Tries and Dies.
My Hero is Dirty,
My Hero is Smart,
My Hero Charges Towards the Front.
My Hero's a Soldier,
My Hero's a Marine,
My Hero's A Sailor Riding Across the Seas.
My Hero's an Airman,
My Hero Sacrifices,
My Hero Loves.
My Hero is Mine
Nathan Kraft
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Discipline
Breaking,
and Falling
to Catch
Supposed Callings.
Breaking the Chains
From this Methodic Waiste?
and Never Thinking Twice
We Pour into this Device
our Brothers our Mothers
and our Fathers Too.
Never Once Chancing our
Oh, So Perfect Lives?
We See it Coming Closer
with No Second Doubts
Marching from the Clouds
and We Shout to Get Away
but they'll Still Come Back.
They'll Always be Here
Feeding Our Fear
and Covering Our Ears
and Shadowing our Tears
Taking Away Those Years!
From Us!
Taking from Us until
They Have no more Cups
to Hide Our Blood In.
All Because we Showed
No Discipline.
We Showed no Vigor
and Refused to Open our Eyes
and From us Nurturing Shys
Because Our
Thoughts Were Never Concerned with
'You's,
but instead 'I's.
and When There are No More Chests
for Our Own Faults to Pin,
Perhaps Then,
We'll Show Some Discipline.
Nathan Kraft
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One More Time
One more time
I get up
Get kicked down
Not this time my friend
I'm getting up
And kicking down
Cause now i fight
And kill
And destroy
Anything that gets in my way
My dreams are still there
And their mine
And when you get in my way
Ill tear you apart.
One more time
I prove to them
I'm good enough
No more nervousness
No more pain
Because this time
I fight through the same
Principles you mock
Never again
Will you fail me
Because your out of chances
Out of cards
Out of excuses
and I'm taking charge
One more time I'll get up
But this time
There's no falling back down.
Nathan Kraft
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Perception of Reality
What have I done?
This evil menace won.
Impossible to run
Because there no longer is a sun.
The buildings lift themselves,
And the churches ring their bells
Impossible faces front
And the reality is stunt.
They skys now burning red
The clouds speak with the dead
And for now hell on Earth begun
Perceptions of reality are far from fun.
Nathan Kraft
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