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I Remember The Day

I remember the day

that Washington burned,

And the bloody bits of JFK

still floating in

that Cuban bay

Hey, Hey, LBJ,

How many Kids

Did you Kill today?

Well, what can I say?

I wasn’t there to count ’em.

Napalm and Vietnam,

and a broken Saigon

and Viet-cahn,

Now President Saddam

and a Hydrogen bomb;

War.

What is it good for?

Look down and be reminded by your stumps

that you Can’t

Stand Up for your rights,

You left your legs in Afghanistan,

Just like your Dad left His in Iran!

Wheres the Taliban? There they are!

In the twisted scalding nails

And bits of metal  in my Entrails!

In the desecrated monuments

And in the Veiled Females!

The Enemy is in my Head,

And if I shoot him Now,

He will be Dead.

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Hold

What am I waiting for

if the only thing I have left

is this empty

Screaming

Fucking head?

What am I waiting for

when the very Land

on which I stand

is Dead

And my thoughts and ideas

have all been Bled?

What am I waiting for

when the Ghosts are closing in

and my bleating Heart has fled?

My Mind has Become

an Animal you see,

One I Fear

and It

Fears Me

Give me a Hold

in this sharp and

cold

wall of Rocks,

something that I can grip

and not

Cut Bleed or Slip

for the Fall

is far

into that

Petrifying Mist

and there is No

Coming back

from that black

Abyss.


Reach Inside

What’s the deal

with how you feel

For those who can’t see

below the knee

Finding something

which I’ve found

buried deep beneath the ground

So come alive

and don’t be dead

Find the notion

Within your head.


The Elegant Eaglet and the Menacing Man who hunts Guy

The Elegant Eaglet flies far far above the horizon

So young so bold yet so naive

I stand with my menacing German Mauser firearm on a small cliff, crouched to avoid detection

So Stealthy so powerful yet so vulnerable

The Eaglet swoops, her beautiful movement like that of an exotic dancer in a dimlit club on a friday night

So sensual so entrancing yet so innocent

I sit in a prone position in my camoflauge with my merchant of death weapon in hand

So cladestine so strong yet so weak

The Eaglet slows up and passes me at an angle of elevation of 30 degrees

So slow so smooth yet so fast

I pull the trigger of my rifle and the bird falls out of the air to the ground

So dead so dead yet never more so alive.


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