The Tainted Patriot

These are my poems. 35 years of deep thoughts. From adolescent angst to the perilous heights of lethal leadership, from the dread of parental responsibility to the aftermath of deadly actions. Peace comes only to the dead. Life is strife. Without tension, need or desire, there is no drive, creation or love. The real monsters wear masks that look normal. Until it is too late. I have finally found my fear. No, I will not tell you what it is. Beware the moment all that I care to defend is gone. Never let your demons whisper louder than your angels can sing. Cryptic is my norm. Violent is my nature. The innocent who fear me are mistaken. The guilty...should. My patience is worn thin. My tolerance has been tested. My veneer of civility is like rice paper. Behaviors have consequences.

By Jonathan Davenport