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 So friendly. Traitor! 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 Mutiny.
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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 Candid. 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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