HUNTING
Stripped to the basics,
side arm and knife,
two ready grenades,
dog tags removed,
mud for camouflage.
Wait until dark
then crawl and slide
across contested ground.
Loose formation of three
together, but apart,
slowly slipping along.
Pausing for noise,
watching for movement,
sniffing for his smell,
carefully working the ground.
This for a hidden man;
going for his hidden rifle
and possible comrades.
All a dangerous game,
children's hide and seek,
but with deadly intent;
at this personal level
a scuffling brutal struggle
ending with a vicious tag.
Blended cough suppressant milk fondue
A German issued side arm
and a knee brace
Preparation
Slip shots lock arm to face
What shot you floats arm...less
Then you kneel
Degradation
You are no longer
A sole proprietor of yourself
Now socially secure
to offer without agreement
what causes sovereign downfall
State citizens make prisons
and we offer ourselves
as they take our crown off
Awaken before you can't.
Grünes Paradies
Am Seitenarm der Mandau
Neben der Strasse
Helles Vogelgezwitscher
Aus den Sträuchern am Ufer
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Green paradise
At a side arm of the Mandau
So close by the street
Bright bird's twitter
From the shrubs at the shore
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Verde paraíso
Al ramal del Río Mandau
Cerca de la calle
Cantos vivos de pájaros
De los arbustos en la orilla
“Tribute 2 Trice”
Tribute of sorts.
Something to read when you’re down and out,
And feeling misunderstood; hopefully my words can be uplifting.
Maybe it’s a way of saying that I see you!
Only acknowledging your strength like everyone else.
Coupled with the fact that you hold back, in order to please,
Or appease.
A tribute to you is long over due.
So whom is she,
Could it be “La Trice”?
The damsel with a side arm?
Can anyone define her?
Wide eyed and bushy tailed,
Your courage is certain.
What more must be proven?
What more has to be explained?
“You are a woman”!
“You are a mother”!
“You are a sister and a brother”!
Your accomplishments surpass what the eye beholds.
So by no means, let any one dictate your worth, and right!
Because your durability has been tried, and found stern.
“Trice”! Be willing to let go, and let GOD.
Be willing to stick your feet in the fire.
Be willing to love yourself, despite the of lack love from others.
Above all be able to walk away when needed too.
But don’t take my word for it,
Because I’m just a spectator,
And you’re the main player.
It’s up to you to figure how full your glass is.
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