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I.
You know
you go somewhere for inspiration
and all you find is

II.
"Remembrance"
"To those who died"
"Rest in peace"

III.
And the occasional
"I'll stand with you
in this *******
battle"

IV.
I want to poem
that is not about a battle
I want a poem
that says

V.
Good,
you've ******* made it.
Good on you.
I.
Look at him
picking daisies

II.
Would you call him
less of a man
for loving flowers?

III.
His anatomy protects his manhood
While mine de-validates it.
I.
The dark scared me
so much last night

II.
That I didn't sleep
until I could hear
birds
I.
What a ******* disaster
If only I could scream in this house

II.
I want to cry
and thrash
and I want someone to hold me back
****

III.
I made a mess of your shirt
I'm sorry.
Thank you for the clothing
it makes me easier
in my skin
that is all wrong.
I.
I am
forgotten
by some

II.
And I am
learning
so slowly
to live with that

III.
It's so
hard
I hope you realize

IV.
And I'm not angry
you've done nothing with the intention
of hurting me

V.
Maybe I'm clinging to that
it's an honest mistake.

VI.
Maybe it's not.

VII.
But I don't blame you
in the least,
I guess.
 Jun 2014 mybarefootdrive
r
Caroline
 Jun 2014 mybarefootdrive
r
Caroline loves the ocean.  
Her soul sails on a Carolina breeze.
But her music's in the mountains,
and her heart's back home
where it needs to be.

I'm stuck here
in a Carolina wind,
wading in the ocean
with my heart in Tennessee,
and my mind on Caroline.

Carolina's got everything
a man could want.
Everything he needs.
It's got the mountains and the ocean.
It has a Carolina breeze.

He has everything but Caroline;
everything but Tennessee.

r ~ 6/22/14
\•/\
  |     Carolina ocean breeze
/ \
Operation Meetinghouse was launched and underway,
Each Super-fortress stripped of all but tail guns for the day.
We came in fast; we came in low, let darkness shield our flight.
Within our bays the bomblets lay to set the Nips alight.

I heard them at a distance, a large incoming flight,
Inexorable and frightening; like Death approaching Life.
I awakened my old mother, took my small child by the hand.
I fled down towards the river, as the first bombs shook the land.

The night was clear and windy and our bombers cut a swathe
of death, fire and destruction through their capital that night.
Their homes of wood and paper were quickly set alight.
We could smell the people burning. We flew so low that night.

Shitamachi was on fire and the high winds helped them spread.
The fire crews were overwhelmed and quickly joined the dead.
The thick smoke made it hard to breathe, old mother couldn’t stand.
The horrors that we saw that night were like tales of the dammed.




Our fuselage of silver reflects their dying light.
Our losses are acceptable; few planes are lost this night.
Flying in formation, we bank right and turn to go
The skyline of the city flickers with a hellish glow.

I walk the ruined streets of home in dawn’s uncertain light.
I hold my small child by the hand, old mother died last night.
We have no home, nowhere to go, I stare in helpless shock
At charred cars and blackened corpses on what used to be our block.

The General is ecstatic and enjoying his cigar;
our losses few, their suffering great, the fortunes of the war.
Tokyo lies in ruins from the fires set that night
How fortunate God is on our side and we are always right.
Operation Meetinghouse was a raid on Tokyo that took place on the night of 03/09/1945.
16 square miles of Tokyo burned and the dead and wounded were numbered at 125,000.( that number may be conservative). In any event, the death toll and destruction was greater than either of the Atom bombings. Like Dresden, in Germany, Tokyo was a City destroyed by Allied air power. Shitamachi was a suburb of Tokyo that was especially hard hit as it housed small factories related to aircraft production
No war crime charges are ever brought against the victors.
Can you run this by me one more time
I'm still trying to understand
How nation can war against nation
Man fight against man

When did we become enemies
Of a race that is OURS
Was it when we made borders
Or created offensive words

Like third world countries
Where they are less economically developed
And we are proper civilisations
I see power and status with words there are connotations

Who drew the line to pit one another
The haves against the have nots
Shouldn't we draw on the happiness of what we have
Instead of wanting what others have got

Politics taking control
What they are doing is not socially understandable
So how can it be acceptable
When consequences are irrevocable

Leaving out what really matters
Thinking of us instead of everyone else
Taking the making of religion
From a worship of God to a worship of self

No more hospitals
No more schools
Long gone is law and order
What is justice
When there is no humanity

Look around you
All I see is blood that is red
Countries which are destroyed
On both sides of the fence

The blame is never on only one persons head
The problem goes much deeper than that
We'll keep on digging our way straight into hell
Which is soon all that we will have left
Collaboration with Mike Hauser :) Check out his page and other wonderful works :D
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