Wasn't a waste finding you in a mirror,
a special reflection that made all fears go.
Though could've picked a taller ceiling..
my how two arms have grown.
A prince, a frog, or both stood waiting.,
in glint of moonlight meant for two.
So silly how you found it all relating,
a soldier of fortune to your midnight blue.
Prefer to leave the I out of me most days..
save one looked for in a looking glass.
The pretty I'll never replace..
a special one that made us our best.
For what it's worth, thought you should know,
the warmth of you, a true shining soul..
falling like fragments of dust on an attic floor,
trapped forever in my mind's mirror'd
picture show.
Soldier of fortune, warrior of fate
Maker of destiny, may it be great
His heart and soul have gone to roam
Longs for the day he'll find his home
Against the storms he walks alone
He braves the tides with blood and bone
Wishing for sunrise of tomorrow
To wipe away his pain and sorrow
He walks barefoot on sands of dune
His courage is his only tune
The foul winds chase him everywhere
Against their mists, he does not cower
A drifter lost, may he find his way
After the dusk and sky of gray
Soldier of fortune, he'll always be
He fights to breath like you and me
I’m a soldier of fortune
Just home from the War
Begging for food from
The woman at this door.
She took me to her kitchen
Fed me cold pie and beer
Looked at me intensely
No anxiety or fear.
She murmured very quietly
There’s a human under there
Then she took some scissors
And barbered my hair.
Then with what it seemed
Was a practiced grace
Produced a cut throat razor
To carefully shave my face.
She looked at my quite shyly
Surprising me when she said
Such a handsome gentleman
Deserves a night in my bed.
We shared together then an
Hour of pleasure and delight.
And then she held me tightly
For the rest of that night.
She asked me to leave
Just as dawn had broken
One kiss goodbye, very
Few words being spoken
I think perhaps she’d lost
Her beloved in my war
But I’d never asked and
She never said anymore.
I now carried more rations
In my much heavier pack
Which was again slung
Hanging from my back.
And I’m back tramping the roads
Knowing they’d call me back when
It suited their interests to make me
A Soldier of fortune once again.
Jack is in love
with his main trigger squeeze
Daniel’s in love,
got bottled up
Passion
pressure is a light pull release
Drawing the corked trigger
puts a Happy Hour liquid cap in his heart
His precious metal baby
ain’t no gun shy lady
She gives him heated recoil satisfaction
They both got a kinetic, spherical attraction
Her quicksilver hair trigger
makes his whole body quiver
Jack’s her hot finger man,
his praising tongue never gets jammed
Daniel’s bullet affection always grows bigger,
gives her steamy hot flashes that deliver
J.D. is liquored up in love
with his main trigger squeeze
She’s a Gun-and-Barrel gal,
a metal bathing suit beauty queen
An ammo pin-up centerfold sex machine,
in a Soldier of Fortune magazine
Mr. Jack Daniel
is so liquored up in love
with his Miss Beretta 9-mil baby
They’re richly joined to the hip,
strapped on leather to skin together
She’s a porcelain face stone killer —
a sleek, sexy death dealer
Gives J.D., her main lover, climax shivers:
That intoxicating power ******,
when he squeezes her clicked trigger
Warm and cuddly reads the tag of a cat
A glowing eyed panther in an unpredictable area
His curiousity and prayers guide him
A soldier of fortune is the cat called Kitty
Kitty, Kitty, Kitty
Where do you hide?
Kitty, Kitty, Kitty
Please , come to me!
He explores wherever he can.
A coat of fur and sharp claws are his protection
There are other cats around out there and they
are very territoria indeed as are the big birds
Kitty, Kitty, Kitty
Where are you now?
Kitty, Kitty, Kitty
Please, come home!
a little less of a little more, a smaller me in
the attic of someone elses house.
a little further away until i do not have
to worry about the words or the punctuation,
the notoriety of the base emotion.
the delicate sweetness of the sugar coated words
that crumble from a touch.
the bible says fruit eaten in secret is sweet.
sugar eaten in secret is also sweet.
i rememer now how as a child at are four squar
evangelical church. how over long shaggy green
carpet i would sneak out of the service as a
little soldier of fortune slowly walking to the
back lobby of the church where the coffee table
was kept.
i would open the blue and white box of sugar
carefully viewing the array of gods holy dice
stacked evenly. a few in a styrofoam cup with
a splash of folgers to melt them and a few more
in my pocket for the rest of the service and then
i would head back.
all these years later i still dont understand the
hebrew and latin biblical terms are pastor talked
about but strangly i do still drink folgers coffee.
There will come a time
Maybe today, or tomorrow
Where a soldier of fortune
Will gloat in his sorrow
For his trackers and he
On a mission to tame
Will hunt him down
And leave him in maim
Through the wires of code
In binary bite
This soldier of fortune
Will, with all his might
Where will he start
It's for his prey to guess
When he knocks on his door
Instant distress
Before he is taken
A justice is served
For some times in this world
Some things are deserved
He is handed over to their FBI
In the land of the free, their justice he's tried
For if he was left, with the soldier of fortune
He would remember that day
His day of misfortune
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Valencia, a return to the Spanish coast, 1966
Nineteen and running wild, searching
Conversation turns to idealism, liberty expiring
Port and starboard, hand shake, maybe again
Two nights, same bar, Listened to the stories
Eleven years since he’d seen home
Adventure sets a fire in a young man’s soul
A need to spread your wings
We’d meet by chance again in Barcelona
Sorry mate, need a diversion, see those two.
Texas bar, broken chairs, bottle thrown
Turmoil and the back door’s open
Saw him smile and wave goodbye
Yes sir, those two over there, don’t know why
Damn that’s funny
Never saw him again, unspoken friendship.
Just wonder sometimes.
They
unjust
no mercy
nary mercy
a mercenary
no loyalty but gold
hidden soldier of fortune
different kind of payment recieved.....
Walk this earth with words of worth you stand for valiant bound by eternal balance
those who stand behind you will follow you and lay claim in battle for you. Like an
untouched vessel your convictions can with stand untrusting conditions and
external indecision. Born with ruling purpose forgotten by sorrow it is your
motto:"To face a new tomorrow", injustice to fix justice is why your people place
pride close to a glim in a troubled eye. A soldier of fortune wont give way to
crimes of epic proportion you cast a shadow and never will your grace fall
shallow it is your mission to place life in the direct path of certain strife. In your
gods light so be it if you die by Satan's knife your time was well spent rest in
peace innocent.
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