Short Poetry Series: “Deploy” and “In the Boots of Shultz” War Poems

I have always been against unnecessary war and conflict. It seems that in my lifetime, we have always been fighting some war in a far land. It is sad when we fight over natural resources like oil. These two poems are based on a view of war and the battle field. I am not a soldier but many in my family have served and I thank all veterans for their service.



Wait for orders

Move slowly…



Bring in the gun-men

Shoot to kill

Nothing to feel

Except that lonely chill.



Time to move in

Seek out your nemisis

Veins are frozen

But still you move.

Your adrenaline pumping

Heart’s gonna explode.

You gotta get that bastard

Release your load on him.



Let all your anger out

From times past gone

Closer to the enemy

Your patience worn.

Life flashes by your eyes

The moment is near

You move on instinct

You try not to care.





“In The Boots of Shultz”: A Poem

A Different Perspective

Dear Diary,

For many months I have lived the same dreadful routine. Wake up, eat, role call, and then the “daily duties”. Usually these duties are distasteful-but I had no choice; I was owned by the German Army. Anything I am ordered to do must be done. If the order is not met, the rectifying discipline will be even more distasteful. So I listen to my orders, carrying them out, hoping that the end is near.

Daily Duties. I still frown at that phrase. Some of the duties that I was forced to do are truly unspeakable. Months…and months…and Months ofpointless deaths. There is no true reason except for one man’s sick desires and personal greed. If he didn’t like the colour of your eyes or skin or hair, then you could be killed.

Some of the things that my unit proffered involved stealing of livestock, burning personal property such as houses, barns, and even schools and religious buildings. But the most senseless, inhumane, and non-compassionate duty of all, was the mass executions of innocent people. Families; woman and children, young men and old.

The horror I feel when I hear them screaming as I load my rifle. The screams as the crude metal shards pierce their innocent hearts…theirsouls ; it is unbearable.

Sometimes I would break down and cry-only to be reprimanded by my superiors. We were after all cleansing the earth in the name of God…weren‘t we?

Not only do I have no control over my actions, I no longer have control over my emotions. These are human beings just like me. I am fed up. I want a change-a revolt…

I am now my own leader. I can no longer watch nor engage in the treatment of these people. Am I more worthy than they are in the eyes of God? Do I not also need to eat, drink, sleep as these people do? Do I not need a friend to talk to when I am alone? Do I not love my mother, my neighbor? Would Jesus have walked over these people to be entertained in my company? I ask these questions to myself and the answers haunt my conscience…

No. I am no better than them. I amworse for I misused power over them on the pretense of a great lie…aMaster Lie.

In fact, my actions lead me to think that I will not see one of these faces in the hell that I am going, but in the crimson reflection I will see the horrified faces and uniforms of my nation’s “Finest “. I can take this no longer. I say a prayer at every living moment that the Lord will accept me into His Kingdom.

Now I have come to a decision. I must decide what I am to do as I can no longer carry this burden. I am lesser of these people, not superior. Therefore I have decided to die with them. I must take off my mask-my outer shell which appears to separate me from them, and I shall line up with these people and carry my cross, hopefully, into heaven……..

….I am dead now. My spirit has been relieved of the macabre that I incurred in my life. But death is peace for me because I know that I died for the right reasons. I am at peace and all the people around me are grateful of my presence. No more war…No more violence. I shall live now, and forever, in the house of my Father with my brothers and sisters.



Poetry Series: “Window”


I don’t fit into your circle

I know what it’s like to be the outcast

Just a black sheep in a herd of drones

Alienate myself from this world

Prepared to be alone.

I looked into the window

And saw a figure staring at me

Who could it be?

It was only me.

The whole time he said in his mind

You’ll never belong,

It will never be.

I then lost my fear,

For it was only a cat

Pouncing from the sill

Why not just sit here

And let the world move around me

I could melt it all like wax

And bounce back like jello.

Everybody trudges and carries their cross

Like Tolkien said,

“Not all who wander are lost.”

I bet if you looked deep enough

Inside you would see those things

You like to hide

And realize that you, too

Are no more than me,

Because we all ate

From the same tree.


Poetry Series: Canadian Smoke



Here’s one that was written as a slow song. This was one of my favorite songs and I wish I could find a recording of it! Although the title reflects Canada, Canada actually has nothing to do with this poem. This was written about an ex-girlfriend who passed away in a car accident 2 years after we broke up. I really did miss her…


Canadian Smoke: A Poem

I’d do anything…

Whatever you need.

I’d go anywhere…

For you.


All those memories

All those nights

All I’m wishing for,

Is you.


If I could change it all

I wouldn’t.

But there’s some things

I would


I can’t take it back now,

But I would if I could


All these changes

Different faces

Turning pages

Changing places


I miss you…

Wish I could hold you



I try to forget you

But your picture remains

In the wall of my mind’s eye.


I can’t erase you

Or pull you from my soul

I’m incomplete now

Just a puzzle with missing peices.


Wish I could see you

Or maybe even call.

I really miss you

I feel like I will fall.


There’s no way back to you

There’s no trace of love.

I miss you…

Poem: 8 Pound Balls…

Here is the second installment of my poetry series. This was actually written as song lyrics to a heavy metal song I played when I was in a band that had no name and we played no venues. This was the beginning of my short music career. It was fun though!

8lb Balls

Here to be walked on

Laid down and forgotten

I thought that I knew you

Then all of a sudden


You walked out on me, (B)itch

Now look what you started

Now I am messed up

And down-trodden


Welcome to my dead soul

Nothing but a Black Hole

I can not retrain this

You can not contain us


I can get inside you

Where you wouldn’t want me to

Deap inside your brain cells

Way deep inside you


Let me feel you

From the inside,

Let me feel you

On the inside

A Series of Poems by JS Matthew…


I got one of those “Your Hub is no longer Featured on HubPages…” emails and I realized that HubPages is not the best platform for posting Poems. So, as a matter of recycling, I will be posting these short poems (that appeared all together in one Hub) here on my blog so that I can eventually delete the Hub. Many of these poems were written years back and many were penned during difficult times. Some were written as song lyrics during my musical ventures with the bands. I hope you enjoy them!

Here’s the first in the series…


I Remember…

I remember back to the days of

Changes in Places and Changes in Faces

from different cages and different races.

Filling the pages of our life.

The tryin’ and cryin’

now who is buyin’?

still tryin’ to fly-in,

but never got inside.

All the nights of fights

with great high-lights

While flying kites to

climbing hights and trying

to stay cool on summer nights.

I remember…



“If you don’t want to be Used, then stop breathing; the trees use you with every breath you take.”