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You'll walk miles through my memory.

A hot spot where a day of clearing houses wore your heel red


You bred the spirit of your way that day,
Defeating the surpassing heat to achieve an improbable goal,
And suppressing anger with your presence
A cold heart saw the duty of a tired soldier—I hope.

The desert dirt caked against the corner of your smile;

A crumble fell and you didn't bat a lash

My brother, I long for your laugh—for your humorous persona
I wanna be there with you Jimmy,

But I can't find the where or the why today


My mind plays on about Iraq and it lures me back to your memory

You maintained a weapon well in that blistering hell,

And I am honored to be your friend—your leader

There is just so much pain in the mind of man that's not equipped for it

For death
For killing


Out of basic training, you were right there and willing;

A boy taken by the momentum of war
Taken by war


You came home, I thought you were fine and of sound mind.
I was there with you suffering and I couldn't see it.
You reached out to me, and at arms length states are just too far.
The war's whip lashes too many memories in infamy,

And we lost you,

But not your humor



You were the best soldier a sergeant could ever have.

After they are gone, we walk with the pain and the loss.
"At all cost we must live on."
All endurance has an end my friends and the pain hits home.

A man I can't stand to mention,

Because we stomped the ground of Oakdale together,

And it pains me to even think about our brother from another mother.

His humor and stylistic grace was a pleasure to embrace.
You made this rat race so easy!
You made me laugh until I was hacking and wheezy.

A phone text to my attention brought me back to five-tweasy again,

"Carlos is dead."
I said, "Santana?"

"Wilcox," the improper slouch flexed.
In a text you son of a bitch!

In a moment I was inched toward clarity.
There is a war going on!
People are dying and yet here I sit tending to my material shit!

Man I miss you guys.
I can't hide behind this guise of temper,

I love you bro

Love was your method back in the day,

And you would want me to remember that

I wish I could see your smiles again,
So I close my eyes

You were the best friend a man could ever have

For a while it was strange to be without

And your presence drought leaves no doubt,
You're both out of range,

Yet you'll walk miles through my memory




Copyright ©2013 Justin Daniel Tew


To Carlos and Jimmy,

You sure made a mark with the short time you had. Thank you.

If you have lost someone you love or that impacted you immensely, take a moment to reflect on what made them so special.

The Acolytes of Crane is now on audiobook!

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There is a pleasure to monotony—a comforting flow.

Especially with the inclusion of beauty and a effortless moxie.

I tally my tasks on fingers milked of all their worth.

Knowing that I'm finished, when my eyes close, my checklist is checked, and I can't think about anything else but . . .

You are the uprising of love when these eyelids close.


A heart is all I hear, but I'm inundated pleasantly with a mirage of you.



I know you're devising a plan to eliminate jelly beans, with strategically placed donuts.


It's a never ending battle, that I think you may be winning.

Even though you're down there and I'm up here, there is no love lost, because it's your birthday.


Let those thumbs go crazy, let the light strain your eyes, and the bad gaming posture afflict you, but I know you won't change.


You'll always be the woman I love.

That I can count on. If I could bear it, I would slay those candies too.

I'd crush those jellies and spit in their general direction.

That just isn't my thing baby, but I'll send you a life.

Goodnight my love.

This is a saga I'll gladly continue.

You're data baby.

That's right, statistically engraved in the technology heap.
The traffic that's reaped is enough to enslave.
So weep not, the monitor will make you sleep—not.

You're code man.

Web hooligan you're here to google again.
Addicted to feed the box.
Feed fonts to it and watch it give birth to results.

You're a binary blogger—bandwidth hogger.
You started out with Frogger, and Atari went lame—now its ten o' clock and it's time to game.
COD has you?
Minecraft is your life raft from interaction.
It's a console attraction, a hi-speed bleed of a clan tag weed-infecting your mind lawn.
Don't yawn, grab the caffeine.
Feed the machine; feed the dream . . . of another.

I'm guilty Tew, I'm just like you.
Dialed in and tethered to social media.
Twittering the public.
My mouse has a pad, I live in a pad with an iPad—isn't that iRad.

It's not sad, we're connected and collective.
We're dreamers and schemers, technology weavers.
This is our age of deletion and formation.
If my motherboard makes your mother bored, then make her an account.
Be held accountable by your email and not your phone.
That bone has been buried.

We're data dude.
Don't be rude, you do it too, I've seen your page its blue just like mine.
Now stand in line and eat information, greet an IM with a smiley face and improper use of quotations.

It's an era of Internet and surfing still exists.
Don't forget to be active and tear a wrist busting a kick-flip over the gap in the alley.
Don't forget to call Sally.
She has your number and your friend request but she won't rest until she finds a man that can step away from the info-quest.
Don't be zombiesque.

You're human, but there is no excuse for time abuse.
Get off your ass and mow the grass bro before you grow in mass.

You're data baby.

Copyright ©2013 Justin Daniel Tew

You go miles in my memory.

A hot spot where a day of clearing houses wore your heel too red.
You bred the spirit of your way that day:

Surpassing pain to achieve an improbable goal.
Suppressing anger with your presence . . .

. . . and a cold heart saw the duty of a tired soldier—I hope.

Dirt caked against the corner of your smile, a crumble fell and you didn't bat a lash.
My brother, I long for your laugh—for your humorous persona.

I wanna be there with you Jimmy, but I can't find the where . . . or the why today.
My mind goes on about Iraq and it lures me back to your memory.

You maintained a weapon well in that blistering hell and I am honored to be your friend.

Your leader.

There is just so much pain in the mind of man that's not equipped for it—for death . . .

. . .for killing.

You were right there and willing; out of basic training; a boy taken by the momentum of war.

Taken by war.

You came home, I thought you were fine and of sound mind.
I was there with you suffering and I couldn't see it.
You reached out to me, and at arms length states are just too far.

The war's whip leaves too much memory in infamy and we lost you, but not your humor.

All I remember was that you were the best soldier a sergeant could ever have.

After you were gone, we went through with the pain and the loss.

"At all cost we must live on."

All endurance has an end my friend and the pain can hit home.

A man I can't stand to mention, because we stomped the ground of Oakdale together and it pains me to even think about our brother from another mother.

His humor and stylistic grace was a pleasure to embrace.
You made this rat race so easy.
You made me laugh until I was hacking and wheezy.

A phone text to my attention brought me back to five-tweasy again . . . "Carlos is dead."

I said, "Santana?"

"Wilcox," the improper slouch flexed.

In a text you son of a bitch!

In a moment I was inched toward clarity.
There is a war going on!
People are dying and yet here I sit tending to my material shit!

Man I miss you guys.
I can't hide behind this guise of temper, because I love you.

Love was your way-back in the day and you would want me to remember that.

I wish I could see your smiles again.

All I remember is that you were the best friend a man could ever have.

For a while it was strange to be without and your presence drought leaves no doubt:

You're both out of range, but you'll walk miles in my memory.




Copyright ©2013 Justin Daniel Tew


To Carlos and Jimmy,

You sure made a mark with the short time you had. Thank you.

If you have lost someone you love or that impacted you immensely, take a moment to reflect on what made them so special.