An epic it need not be,
the feelings
of two loving souls
told in simplicity,
so beautifully
they embrace,
hold & kiss
each other
with heart.

I have bricks to lay,
I can't stay here forever.

I died today,
yet the sun still shines.
I imagine the moon
will come up,
along with the stars,
and the nightlife
not missing
another
single-beat
of my heart.

I placed gentle kisses
along your spine,
traveled downward,
downward,
to the small of your pretty back,
where the deep pools
of your sweet sweat resided
& there I drank,
I drank until drunk
on the spirit of our sin
& in my delusion,
I confess,
every single minute,
every single stroke
was worth it,
just to be,
just to be loved
by another sinner.

I heard a crotch-rocket
screaming
down the highway.
I mean,
it sounded as if
it was traveling
at supersonic speeds,
its gear shifting
was carried by the wind,
then it was gone
in a flash.
It left me here
sipping hot java
on the veranda,
wondering
about the open road
& the meaning of freedom.

I see the same old dudes
every day
down at the coffee shop.
Rain or sun,
it doesn't matter,
they're always
sitting,
sipping their cups of Joe,
trading stories
& wearing the same clothes.
Some wear tattered field caps.
One has an eye patch.
Some things never change.

I sit on that bench,
surrounded by rotting wood
& listening to the warblers.
But despite being near them,
I find no comfort here.
For my lost loved ones
were more than fond memories,
these mounds of dirt.

In the distance I hear them barking
to me,
calling me.

The tune is strangely melodic
sitting here
inside the burning candles,
this pentagram.
And around me,
I see them,
in full splendour,
a dozen or more
dancing nymphs,
******* swinging,
dripping madness
from between
their parted-thighs
conjuring Eros.
I sit engorged
to finish
the supper
they have laid
before for me,
these tasty morsels.

One badass chick,
she strutted like a peacock
all the way down the block.
Men craned their necks
just to catch a glimpse
of her,
flicking her cigarette,
shaking her wares.

She walked right on by me
& winked,
had a little smirk
on her precious puckered-lips.
Geez, what a head of hair.

And though it made me sick,
I kind of giggled
to check out her aftermath.
Guys just stood there in awe,
dumbfounded,
bug-eyed
& I counted
no less than
six hanging-tongues
drooling.

I cannot feel you,
I only think I can.
I cannot kiss you,
I can only love you.
I want to.

On top of each other
Clear views of mutual sweet-joy
Then the explosion

You don't walk in my skin
& I don't in yours.
So darling,
stop telling me
how to cover it,
treat it,
work it,
wash it
or put art on it,
you have your own
to worry about.

Pulling
black & white flowers
a hint of red
I fill your lovely crease
sighing.

My lids grow heavy now
I will dream about you

The alarm sounded
Snooze-button pressed one more time
Is it still Monday?

I want to feel your magic
up against the wall,
kiss your pretty face
sliding lace.

We shared,
shared our most
sensitive tips
in the confines
of the filtered light
that reflected off your smile.
It seemed as if slow motion
had taken us over.
I was mesmerized
by your delicacies,
saw my hardness disappear
into the ever
unfolding
nature of our fiery hearts.

Anger & frustration & lust
has eaten away at my soul
& now
I'm somebody,
God has taken control.
I'm on a roll
in this flight class,
gonna buy a one-way ticket,
teach the world a lesson
& celebrate,
celebrate
with my brothers,
up in heaven,
doing virgins.

When the day is done,
when we rest our weary bones
& turn off the phone,
we should steep praises
upon the creation
& chalk up
another day
for our humanity.

And we must remember,
these small reprieves
are but one day closer
to that cloaked skeletal-figure
& that's some consolation
to protect us
from our vanity.

She thrilled me
like none other.
Then she told
me
we never shared
our
souls.

I just can't believe
we flopped
around
like that
with each other,
two fish
out of water,
*******
each other's air.

And if that's the case,
her reality,
I think
it stinks.
What she did
hurt
my gills.

I drift to other places
thinking
of you,
the things
you tell me
you like to do.

My heart rises,
feels like its
in my throat,
visualizing
your pretty face,
filling you up
with your desire,
my strong hands
wrapped around
your slender neck
taking you
to new heights.

Speechless,
you do not fight
as I release my total
fury in spurts,
breathless,
not hurt,
smiling
with our eyes closed.

No jive,
we both woke at five,
hadn't spoken a word yet,
when I mounted her from behind.
She was a safe bet for action,
I buried myself deep
in her buzzing hive,
split her cheeks in overdrive,
tweaked her into a frenzy,
exploded in a fluid reaction,
coated her insides
with lot's of warm honey,
then we both dropped,
smoked & satisfied.

It'd been years since I've smoked a bowl.
When I did again,
it had
not much effect,
felt weird actually.

Time evaporates
as if a firefly's ember,
gone,
that quick.

Your skin
sizzled
made me feel electric
like a live wire
you
made
me
perspire
then
you
set
me
on fire
and burned
my heart.

It seems so strange
that in times of dead silence,
I long to hear the the tinkling,
the tingling of goat bells echoing
up the craggy trail.
And even though
danger surrounded us,
we knew where we stood,
or in that case, lay,
planted firmly on the ground,
camouflaged &
in firm control
of the destiny of others.

Sometimes my written pieces are short,
spur of the moment scribblings,
'cause all I have
are only snippets in time
to write about.

Her silence
rings
in my ears
incessantly
and outside
there are no stars
above,
the darkness
envelops me,
and all
I can hear
is crunching snow
beneath
my feet,
and all
I can feel
is a memory
of unrequited,
our broken love.

I was once the twinkling
you wished for
in the Heavens above.

And now
I have fallen
back to Earth,
feel snuffed.

I guess you figured,
enough is enough
love.

O the joy, the joy
of this life snuffed daily
by the minions
of the darker age.

Creeping,
stalking
outside in the shadows
gripping,
choking,
breaking our necks.

We sleep eternally,
our blood-stained eyes
stare in desperation,
too late for
our own resurrection
as wasted time flies…….

I remember my reflection
in your jaded iris,
a thin veneer,
warm crystal sheen
was between us,
we were that close,
kissing our souls
& I miss it.
I am
desperately alone
without you.

It has to start somewhere,
steel never tasted so good,
empty bottle,
monoxide never smelled so sweet,
won't be a letter,
there's nobody's to blame,
end here.

If you could see me now,
you'd understand
the power of the mind,
titillating,
my raw imagination,
it's hard
not to spill
amorous ink
with me
feeling,
looking rigid
like this.
So kiss me paper,
loosen me up,
make me rise,
I want to use
big sensuous words
to describe
this heartfelt moment.

Climbing mountains of hope,
riding treacherous stormy seas,
they cross sun-drenched deserts.
With riotous rifles, they fly with dark angelic wings
slicing through clouds crying memories.

They are the young bloods, the pawns of the brokers,
some laden with modern death-technologies,
others carry improvised implements,
dazzling flowers swirl in their eyes,
holding torches held high,
onward soldiers they cry
to the victorious victory!

In all seasons,
they breathe strongly,
moving to better futures,
creating new worlds,
flowing into silent landscapes,
penetrating the watchtowers
of their enemies.

A crushed head
without a brain
has a vacant look
& the smile
is actually
a grimace.
I wonder if they
ever felt the pain.

I have to keep her clean,
make sure all her parts
glide together smoothly.

She feels so nice
in my arms,
I rest her little ****
against
my strong shoulder,
load her up,
squeeze her trigger
with a delicate-finger.

I love the way
she gently
bumps into me,
spitting quick hot-shots,
it's totally *******,
makes me feel
superhuman.

O, this love affair
between her & me!

She's the cleanest,
the prettiest weapon
in the entire armory.
We have so much fun,
my gun and me,
can't you see?

We're killer together,
her & I,
I could cry,
I think I'm in love
with her metal anatomy.

I swear they're trying
to drive me insane.
Six inches by two,
underwear
& my **** socks
so neatly stocked.
No creases on my hanging slacks,
my T-shirts are perfect,
look at my boots shine.

But surely, I'm ******* mad,
there's a speck of dust
under my bunk,
how'd I miss that imperfection?

My luck really ***** bad,
those brown-rounds
have left me another
mountain of tossed-clothes.
I feel myself slipping,
I'm losing my mind,
'cause I gotta do this **** all over again,
for the thirteenth time.

They just gave me another stripe,
said I earned it for being a good boy,
proficient with my rifle!

Wow, how ******* special,
another hundred bucks a month
for being responsible for
more lives than just my own!

Ain't life grand...so peachy!

I can disassemble
an automatic weapon
in the dark,
pull a pin on a grenade,
set a claymore mine,
drive a twelve-ton tracked
& Humvee vehicle.

I can also use my hands
to ****.

Thanks Mister Government
for these great life skills,
unnecessary things
I'll never use
on the outside
to make a clean living.

We marched in circles for hours on end,
carried massive amounts of weight
in all weather conditions,
& all I could think about
were the beaches back home,
crystal-sands,
*** runners & bikinis.

But, such nice thoughts
kept me going.
Slogging through the mud,
the burning sun,
sleet & snow
with twenty-seven
pounds of ammunition
& my machine gun
was still not much fun.

Flash-to-bang times
was my specialty,
I can predict
the downwind
conditions of fallout,
move you across
the contamination,
administer slurry.

I know the symptoms
& what can happen
when you sniff
VX, VG or AK.
It doesn't matter which one,
it ain't pretty.

I can don a mask,
know all about MOPP,
can fight 'till I drop.

I guess that qualifies me
as an expert on the Apocalypse.

I‘m glad I made good friends
with the dudes down
at the post gym,
those guys are the bomb!

No actually,
most of ‘em are the guards,
serving time at the gates to the fort.

And every time I get wasted,
drunk in the bars off base,
they let me drive
right on through
the entrance.

It’s like,
“Go ahead Sergeant,
we've got squats in the morning!”

Waking up at 0330
to get into formation
to march two miles
to take your ***** ******* laundry
to the cleaners is weird.  
Like this **** couldn’t wait.
Like what the hell are we going to do in combat?
Stop the ******* war,
tell the enemy to hold back the bullets
while we clean our clothes.
Christ, we could have
at least gotten up at 0500
to do this ****.
Besides, it’s peace time anyways,
who really gives a rats ***
if we have ***** clothes or not?
Certainly, not the enemy!

The first time I smelled burnt flesh
it was a bit like cooked beef,
but more surreal.

It must have been the crushed human
skull it was hanging from
that made it feel that way.

For I could never recall any
family barbeque with such an offering
from which to reference my findings.

Jesus, ***, *******,
it's 0430 & we gotta wake up???
Hell, it's raining ice
& the winds are blowing,
screaming like banshees
at 40 knots!
Can't we do
1000 push-ups,
100 sit-ups,
350 windmills,
600 leg-lifts,
250 trunk-twisters,
400 mountain-climbers,
750 jumping jacks,
and run 8 miles
in our shorts & T's
in the morning sun
tomorrow???

At least it will
be thawing snow,
not freezing rain!!!

****,
look at this,
this **** can't be real.

Pinch me L-T,
tell me it's only
a Hollywood movie
with ******
life-like mannequins
missing limbs
& pieces of flesh
with smashed heads.

Pinch me L-T,
please tell me
this **** ain't real,
please.

I'm lying here alone in my
comfy cold bunk
thinking about all the things
I've done wrong
over the years,
wondering how I got here.

It seems so strange,
I've never been in
a room full of sleeping dudes.
Their snoring
brings me comfort,
knowing I'm surrounded
by trained killers
is very satisfying.

But if there's a lover in the group,
it could be problematic,
'cause I don't swing that way.

Still, he's my brother-in-arms,
no harm, no foul...
I just hope he stays asleep,
I'm tired & I don't feel
like starting a family fight
with a sleeping soldier boy.

147 days and a wake-up
'till I ETS.

I ain't gonna miss
any of this *******.

I still can't believe I signed up for this...

...then again,
freedom's worth it.

I just didn't realize killing
somebody else's wasn't.

146 days and a wake-up.

I'm gonna miss my buddies.
I hope we
make it,
get back home
to so many choices,
so many opportunities
that most people take for granted.

I guess when I ponder things...
...yep,
all of this is worth it.

I pray to God
we make it
& to bless America.

145 days and a wake-up.

I wished cigarette smokers
would pick their own butts up.
Those lazy ******* have no idea how
much trouble they cause us soldier-guys.

24/7 in all kinds of weather,
we’re out policing up the grounds.
Sometimes it’s raining,
sometimes it’s hotter than hell,
sometimes it’s freezing cold.
Regardless,
all of this monotony is *******,
it *****!

I’d love to stick my jackboot
up all them smoker’s other butts
for being so lazy!

It's sixty below & peacetime
& we gotta do what???
Start the ******* tracks
to warm up the oil,
'cause it's
standard operation procedure!!!

Tell the crazy General
& his staff to come
down here in this blizzard
to lick my metal shaft.
That'd give the boys a laugh!