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Last Call for Love

When I was called to war, it was before a love entanglement and I am thankful for that.  But leaving love and loved ones behind has always been a sorrowful aspect of soldiers going off to serve their country.  Whereas, many situations are adjusted to, many a soldier leaves for war unsettled in his predicament, especially when it is about unrequited love.

Last Call for Love


Call me if you want; tell me if you can.
You ought to know for sure by now, the kind of man, I am.
I won’t get flippant and lose control or try to make you cry
or make you do things you don’t like…. or even make you try.
Call me if you want; tell me how you are.
Tell me how your day has been ‘cause you’re the most by far
I truly miss from all the things…. I like in every way
that I would like close by my side, each and every day.

Call me if you want; I need to see you now.
We can’t afford to be apart; time will not allow
for us to try and figure out a plan to see us through
for much has passed before our eyes; we 
didn’t have a clue.
Call me if you want but my train is leaving soon.
I need to hold you in my arms beneath the silver moon
that casts a chilling, telling spell…. from where it sits above.
Come and hold me in this spell….ain’t it time to bind this love?

I wish, at least, you would have come to give me one last look
to see your smile in every face that pops up in this book
that I must read to calm me down…. headed back to war
for I’ll ‘live’ that wishful vision; you in the station door.
I’d rather you wouldn’t call me now; it’s time for me to heal
I know I won’t forget you ‘cause my memories all have ‘feel.’
But if it be I don’t come back, you’ll always know my love.
Sorry it was so hard on you; keep faith in God, above.

copyright 2013 t. j. gargano

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O Syria! O Syria!

Most of the time one can brush off the headlines that are  sensationalized, to some extent, to attract viewership to often influence a way of thinking or compete with a rival news source.  Brush off because they are reporting events that we, as individuals, have little or no control over and which are things that may or may not affect us directly.

But sometimes,  something we have no control over, is yet so hideous and heinous that the very thought of it offends our being……it offends all humanity……and the reports become voluminous and ‘in our face’ to the extent that it becomes ‘believable’ hearsay and you wonder how so much can be  printed and not be true.  There are cases where you hope the reports are not true….and yet, you know they are.

Chemical warfare strikes at the heart of humanity and its assailant knows no heart!  His compassion  for life is dead.


O Syria! O Syria!


O Syria!  O Syria!
What is it that you’ve done?
All your innocent ‘children’
now stand and face the gun.
Why must their blood be sacrificed
if you feel that you must bleed?
If you want to die, then die as men
in the honor of your greed.

O Syria! O Syria!
How can you kill your own?
Especially all your innocent kids
with dreams of being grown?
How could you steal those precious breaths
that spoke as each one dreamed
with minds too young to question why
bombs flew and parents screamed.

O Syria! O Syria!
Your enemy’s at hand.
He comes to punish your selfish heart;
the evil…. you command.
If men must fight, let men fight men….
let the children stay alive
to tell the story that must be told
so the memories all survive.

© copyright 2013 t. j. gargano

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Brothers Forever

In August, 2001, I lost my only brother to MS, which he had battled for a few years.  He was eight years younger than me and the better side of me.  He had the traits of my father more ingrained in him and was more free with his spirit, all of which he needed in the end.

We lived far apart and cherished the moments when we were together, spending most of our time singing.

We truly miss when we have lost.  We take too much for granted and fail to hug when we have the chance…..we are all guilty and we all pay.

It is the price of living the life.   Life is a privilege beyond our imaginations and we take a lot of it for granted fated by routine.  We must guard our precious moments.  To my brother…………


Now the time is here;
You and I must part.
Maybe in my mind, not in my heart.

You will always be
deep inside of me
laughing, joking, singing
out your part.

singing the songs we’ve both sung.

Always, forever
in my heart.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano


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Could You Be True?

The power of new love is mesmerizing as it aims its arrows at the heart.  The tentative heart, not wanting to believe its good fortune, thumps out its doubts to bolster its hopes.  Is this feeling really true? it queries itself.

Could You Be True?

Could you be true or are you only a dream?
I’d sometimes like to know.
I might as well ask is the grass really green
or is white the color of snow?

Are you really as pure as the wind that blows
and as strong as the mountains are high?
Or are these questions to ask, but never to know
whose answers are lost in the sky?

Do you live in the past as you live each day
or do you wonder what the future may hold?
Will you remember April when she dies for May
or even May come winter’s snow?

Can you pretend your life is happy when your heart is really sad
and convince the ones around you that you’re true?
Can you smile when you’re unhappy and when things are going bad
turn the gray sky overhead to shiny blue?

Can you take the joys of happiness and the painful days of blue
and join them as one, forevermore?
Then your grass will be more greener and your sky forever blue
and the light of life will shine upon your door.

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

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Ace of Time

War will never be inescapable.  Countries need their men (and women too in many places) to defend their homelands.   I abhor war but it has been unavoidable in this dimension.

The reality of war, however,  is that all soldiers cannot return home to the life and lives they are protecting.  Sacrifice is inherent in the code of soldiers.  Bless them all.

I want to share a poem I wrote shortly after being discharged from the service.  It is meant to honor all soldiers that made the ultimate sacrifice.  These sacrifices must not be allowed to be forgotten .

photo National Archives and Records Administration

Ace of Time

He lies soft that has fallen hard.
He held a perfect hand except for one card.
That card he lost was the “Ace of Time;”
now his life completes his rhyme.

His life is now but a corpse.
The last living ounce has been drained.
Is this now the time to show remorse
for he who now rides ‘Heaven’s train?’

It seems to me we’re kind of late
to show our kindness instead of our hate
for he who lies somewhere, so still,
on a shore where we sent him to kill.

But now the story has been told
about the boy so meek and yet so bold
who took his cards and went his way
across the sea……. where now he lays.

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

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