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it was third platoon’s turn to leave
the safety of the wire
our platoon’s mission
search and destroy
the air was like a sauna with no relief
the jungle closed in on us
blocked out the sun
our packs weighed on us
as we humped twenty klicks
without a break
our jungle fatigues
hung heavy on us
failed to wick sweat away
from our bodies
we felt as though a
salty monsoon had soaked us
Johnson, on point, was
out in front probing
for the enemy
we all hoped the day
would end peacefully
we spread out
to lesson our chances
of mass casualties
we reached the village
mid afternoon
it was deserted
even the water buffalo was gone
we ripped up the floors
in each hootch looking for
the hidden enemy-but found none
when we finished searching
we pulled our Zippos from
our pockets and lit
the dry straw that served as
a roof on each one
and watched as the hootches roared up
in flames like a Roman candle on July 4
our lieutenant signaled for us to
take a break and we sat among
the debris some smoking
cigarettes others catching some zees
no one was
going home in a body bag
our day was a success
Songs repeat in my head constantly
Will my brain take a break? We'll see
I need to renew my spirit of truth in me and I need self-boldness please
I need to knock down all the bittersweet lies and horrible worries
I am the drylands of plenty before your eyes
He is the mountains, looking after everyone, so that we can feel our way out of misery lane into freedom's grasp; we won't end up being in captivity
Virtuous patience balances my lows and highs
God is the valley of vibrant vitality and His son is the brilliant and suave sun that dries out the despair and distressful debris
Triggers are set off like a ticking bomb
Urges to do wrong makes me feel numb
Am I smart or am I dumb? Tell me, oh Father of light
Did you find any good in me? Sorry, my heart is full of fright last night - this time, I'll be a hawk or a falcon, soaring and enjoying his flight
Good ideas go unrecognised
they hear your words and roll their eyes
some will mock laugh and cry
seeing squarely blind to wide
failed perspective
blind too the big context
opinions subjective
forget their disrespect
Some people only follow trends
don’t know good til told by friends
staying in line for they depend
only move towards its end
Maybe you’re closer than you think
just need to perfect it
tired of losing but on the brink
unable to detect it
You’re only ever one trail of thought away from the idea
see I say trail as leads will lead you a path thinking clear
a train is whole as it travels on tracks that you can’t steer
cus you can trek any way to make the goal come near
You feel like quitting you must carry on
you gave your all, never, there’s more be strong,
take a break, fresh your face, learn where you went wrong
endurance and resilience deliver champions
I know it’s tough and testing
you’ve had enough need resting
rest not forget is what your mind suggests,
if you just keep going you can be the best
After all bunch of paper works
Guess I deserve to take a break
A time to ponder for myself
Think I should take a vacation
Now my bags are all well packed
My excitement wants to take a flight
Fly and land in a place of sobriety
I could stay there for long- there is peace
A place where everything is coated with mists
I’ll wear a jacket and walk with at ease
Silent rivers and slow movements of fogs
Wandering all day and I’ll feel it till night
A silent wind when midnight will strike
Cold will crawl on my skin – it’s feeling me light
I could sleep more than eight hours
Telling you I shall seize this moment
Cold smoke as I’ll breathe every second
I could recite this poem every now and then
In a place where cold wind blows fine
I just want to get away from this work right now
BDSM Sensual
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Straps and paddles too,
what's a girl to do
handcuffs to tie me up
shall we try something new?
I am in need of liquid libation,
but I was taught to please
I close my eyes and clench my thighs
down on bended knees.
Master is the name rightfully spoke,
With a capitalized letter first
to feel the thorn of a Masters scorn
is ultimately the worst.
Little slave you will learn,
you gave yourself to me
what's divine, is only mine
and one day soon you'll see.
We are taught to respect the Free,
and a Mistress is the same
she shows love, with rod and glove
on whomever she does reign.
But you put your trust into them,
because they're supposed to care
if they're good, they do as they should
and will treat you fair.
Sexy as the BDSM world might sound,
people live it day to day
what has begun, as only fun
might carry you away.
There is a world of Gor,
I have RP'd online
all their rules, and guilded tools
might not fit your design.
I have tried both worlds,
online it is safer to try
use your mind, it's your first time
just open up and fly.
It really can be sensual,
erotic more than ten
once introduced, I was seduced
into this world of sin.
Captivated by its freedom,
I had to take a break
but just one day, again I will play
in sinful fun, I will partake.
8/19/14- Jessica Thompson
Words have a way
To etch fond say
In fun and play
Words in a surge
Can feed an urge
In thoughts that merge
Words paint and show
A certain glow
Of light that flows
Words touch and heal
Or else conceal
Meaning that spills
Words in good time
Can slot new rhymes
In truth that chimes
Words on a page
Can line and stage
Time beyond age
Words can cause hurt
In splash of dirt
In unkind flirt
Words in a string
Can hurl and fling
Troubles that spring
Words spread a balm
As soul knows calm
In voiceless psalm
Words work to fill
The air with thrills
In timely spills
Words cannot flow
Where stillness grows
A silent show
Words are but thoughts
That speak a lot
In ceaseless plots
Words take a break
When thoughts forsake
Mind games most fake
Words feed the prime
Of curls that rhyme
In lines that chime
Words become still
In drowning fill
Of weary will
Leon Enriquez
23 May 2015
Singapore
I live in Arrubluc by the sea
much like the fabled Llareggub
made famous by Dylan Thomas
in the radio play 'Under Milk Wood'.
The land meets the sea here as well,
but it's a beachside town, beside the sea,
not a portside fishing village.
The sleepy town awakens, with a yawning sigh,
As the gentle kiss of dawn paints the sky.
Fiery orange and red, a sailor's warning cry,
Ignored by seagulls squabbling to fly on by.
The sun bursts up in the East through the ocean,
And the curved horizon rippled by waves in motion.
For the sea is seldom calm and exudes its emotion
Driven by wind and waves into pulsing commotion.
The waves and shore are coupled in embrace,
The sands are caressed lovingly with grace,
There's hiss and splash as waves surge through the flat space,
Leaving behind wedding veil trails of pure white lace.
At dawn, the sea birds gather in flocks on the lake,
To chat and squabble, to preen and feather shake.
The black swans cruise single file shoreward at daybreak
Grumbling and mumbling grunts, as they come in to take a break.
The gulls and terns, cormorants and stilts gather together
In groups of kin, returning like fishing boats to tether
Up on the shore for rest and relief from the weather.
They gather in a congregation, massing with friends of feather.
The surfers and fishers, come to worship the sea,
Paying homage to the beach and waves with heartfelt glee,
Frolicking in the swell, casting out their lines in a spree,
To catch the whooper waves on offer, and big fish all for free.
The surf club is alive with laughter and cheer,
Where mates gather for bawdy gossip and a beer
Every Friday afternoon as week's end draws near
Enjoying the ballads and shanties of the local balladeer
As twilight falls to night, and the moon ascends,
Darkness reveals its velvety somber blends,
The stars return to the sky, like eternal friends,
Amid the calm and peace as day's end descends.
Arrubluc beachside,
here beside by the sea,
says "Bye, Bye, Good Night"!
Sometimes, it is necessary
When under attack.
Whether or not mandatory,
Take a break - step back.
Often, we become sucked in
Within activity.
Resting is somewhat tucked in...
Leads to calamity.
Time and effort get away...
Start taking their toll.
Take a step back - in this way,
You will regain control.
Otherwise, it will be forced
Upon you - feeling tired.
Designation of exhaust...
Refreshing is desired.
Not much of which is required
As you reassess.
Perspective can be acquired...
Some relief of stress.
When fatigue sets in and slack
Reveals other intrusions,
Make the choice of stepping back
To reach your best conclusions.
Take a Chance
Take a Chance on Lucky Lane
Yet the Road You'll Pave is Clear
Next to Do or Die there's Found
For the Show of No Go Around
Take a Break like it's Recess
The class has "Catch Up Time"
But the Bully has a Big Black Eye
And say hey "That Kids Not Mine!"
Take a trip to "Way Back Then"
The Girl and Boy Don't Have a Care
Just an Each Our Own, No One Else
For a Day of Truth's with No Dare
The Page is a Path for the Exits
But the Deal's not in a Dream
There's Always in Nowhere Else
With No Rainbows on the Scene
Down Lucky Lane there's
The "Haves" and "Nots"
It's a Ride that has No Strife
Yet the Dead End Street
You'll find You're On is
Not a Highway for a Life
Microsleeps vs Powernaps
The boredom of freeway driving is like a hypnotist's sleep talk
The constant drone of the car's engine
The flash of lane markers to and fro, to and fro
You're bored and tired, you're mind wanders, lusting for a daydream
To escape the monotony of endless driving, with senses anesthetized.
The hypnotist whispers in your ears in muted tones
"Your eyes are getting droopy."
"Your eyelids are getting heavy, very heavy"
"You are getting very sleepy, time to let go"
"You cannot keep your eyes open any longer
"Sleep now"
You nod off, daydreaming
Eyelids droop down, eye blinds drop and shut.
Suddenly a noise,
A new sound, a toot, a truck, a flash of lights
You sense the car is drifting off the road,
Just before the lights fade and the daydream curtains open
Your sense of change saves you - just in the nick of time.
You wake up, startled,
To see your car drifting out of your lane, crash and disaster beckons.
You swerve and get back on the road,
Back in your lane, out of the clutches of daydream's trance.
You notice a road sign flashing by:
"Feeling Tired? Microsleeps and Nodding Off kills!"
"Take a Break"
"Or a 15 minute Powernap in the Rest Area just Ahead"
Microsleep daydreams are terminal,
Nodding off, switches lives off
Powernap daydreams refreshes and saves lives.
Take a break, take your daydream naps off the road.