As comraderie goes we embarked on the same mission
I ready at the flank, words exchanged to
Determine the strategic plan of attack
I was too informed to stay away from enemy lines
Do not cross into enemy territory
With that I observed the enemy trying to separate us
From the home front. Weapons of mass destruction
Present on both sides only did harm to us
Time in the war has been hectic I need
A reprieve. No reinforcements en route
Per diem is not expected. Following orders to
A tee. Yet I noticed the chain of command
Doing what I was ordered not to do.
How hypocritical. No lines of communication
Now. I seem to be on my own. Wait a
Life line, nope just friendly fire but not
How dare you switch sides
All well, return fire, until the ammunition
Ceases or the enemy surrenders. All hate now
No recourse just violence. Victimized no longer
White flags waved. One too many intercessions,
Finally a peace treaty. Spoils of war goes
To the future generation. A prisoner of war is
Emotional & what once was has been dead.
She seems to hate me for not joining her
It came so suddenly on fire without flames
Streaking along the sky, cooled only by a
Good-bye, wrecked havoc, chaos lightens the
Atmosphere, pugnant lucid odors evade the invitation
Of appreciated air. Sensual intimate gestures
As dormant actions methodically rise beyond the
Horizon, oppressing vertical heights. Water no more
Water source according to the maneuvers
Of dying insects, swat, swat, get down
Closed in, counted like an abacus, flying
Around the entrails heated by waves of
Synthesized micros. Again push-up son, or
Watch the moon, pull-up your pants, or dip
Out of here. Fight for what, hot T.V’s, & cheap
Shoes. I rather see the day the yard is not
Overgrown with the weeds of society.
What if the boy was taken from his mother
No doing of his own but of another.
Weeping with despair because the little girl who promised him wasn’t there
Failing to realize, that life is full of lies
He believes every word as the truth
Every new home is in cahoots
Not knowing love until the gun shoots
How awful the pain barely missing a vein
His perception now changed.
He searches for the contentment that
Seems to evade, the game as it’s called
Has left him played.
Struggling with commonality diagnosed with
Tendencies sociopathically feelings are
Done being had by me. Broken
Repaired but not fixed all the love
He wanted he knows his mother did this.
Now apart from the world
Taken for granted
Openly expressing nothing
Put away like a murderer’s
Gun, the life of a mother’s son
"STOP"! Is what the wind heard, as it blew silently across the earth. The earth spun thinking it was the wind who caused its continuous motion. Saying to the wind "I want to be still, allow me this pleasure at once"! The wind looked bewildered by such a deliberate notion, not knowing what it had done. The earth full of itself. The wind wanted to speak but its mouth only raged gust of hot air. Before the wind could get a word in, the earth stood still allowing the wind a chance to protest. Yet the wind had done nothing wrong to the earth because it was not it who made the earth move. The earth rolled on its axis asking the wind to stop but the wind was all the while silent as it blew across the movement of the earth.
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