The Soldier's Poem by David Michael Jackson


I reach inside and I twist

my heart out of my chest and I

hold it in my hands.

It is beating for you

rumba rumba baby baby

rumba rumba

can you hear my heart

I can feel it beating for those children of war

who did nothing

to earn

a look at the blood in the street

who did nothing

to learn

of the sound of gunfire in the night.

rumba rumba baby baby

rumba rumba

for the soldiers who said I’ll go

and went

and found not what they were seeking

only the

gunfire in the street

and the children


Fires of War Poem by David Michael Jackson

To Heal

I want to say that
I am sorry
it is not enough to be sorry
it is not enough to cry
it is not enough to get even
or even to try to turn the other cheek.
The refugees gather at the border
“Their lives matter too”
It is enough to become quiet
in the silence of the crowd
it is enough to honor with silence
the dead and the living
it is enough to love again
and to feed the hungry ones
in silence
we cannot heal wih revenge
we must heal this wound
in our hearts
we bleed in silence
our tears fall into the rubble
but the fires still burn

Meaning of Life Poem by David Michael Jackson


So I said to myself

Where is this leading

this living

this being

where is this leading I asked in a moment

of weakness

in a moment of pure futility

maybe the only pure thing I’ve



as pure and as cold as the

mountain stream this futility

and I have made me a home in it

a warm home with a


where I can burn my moments

and watch the smoke rise up from them

to heaven.


Things Only Appear as They Are Poem by David Michael Jackson


wonder and bewilderment
are our only clues

the question is our common friend



answers are times only


the sun only appears to rise


the moon only appears to have


the stars only appear as tiny specks

all is not true

we appear to die forever