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Wartime

my dad's dad would tell him tales
from the war
so many strangers who fought
stories from ordinary men
who washed up heroes on the shore
he told my father
they were sold a dream
a golden scene
they'd save the world
at only nineteen
but no
that wasn't the case
bullets flew by overhead
like the planes dropping bombs
on unsuspecting nurses 
preparing the beds at base
horrific
soul destroying, with men deploying
for politicians trying to save face
horrific

WARTIME OF PEACE

Peaceful battles fought
With no enemy aside,
Friends you trust never.

Wartime of peace
Moments of joyous sorrow:
Jolt of the mire.

A race for life,
A ring with no boxers,
Bout of no sense.

Wartime of peace
Is a seasonal murder:-
No foes in sight.

Condition Three, Wartime Cruising

I was a good Buddhist jack tar,
Confident to sail this ocean of time alone,
All desire renounced and stowed away
Like smuggled cargo I pretend is legal trade.
I was well-practiced in the art of navigating perils,
Steering clear of revenue cutters, hostile native islanders,
And other such threatening complications.
Now has a typhoon struck that threatens contentment,
The swells have made me dizzy
And my sea legs seem uncertain
As I ride Poseidon’s roller coaster sick as a lubber,
An unlucky smuggler caught in the act
Of feeling long dormant desires stage mutiny
And relieve me of command of my senses,
Lusting after that other salty wonder.

Life During Wartime

Gunfire and grave sites pepper the hillsides,

trucks with ammo taking position. 

We have visas, fake I.D.s besides,

men in disguise infiltrate battle lines.

Heard about Houston, heard about Detroit?

fierce conflagrations abroad on the air,

 eyes blinded 'til we can barely see,

taking shots, swallowing pills.

Will we ever see the end,

have we gone beyond the limit,

can we ever return to a peaceful trend

must we continue to murder and maim?
 

The world's gone haywire, 

mistrusting our brother, 

lusting after one another, 

we're tapping phone lines

running road blocks, this ain't no party, 

manipulating computers, a sign of the times.

Life During Wartime

...an homage to Talking Heads
   and their song with the same title.

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Gunfire and grave sites pepper the hillsides,
trucks with ammo taking position. 
We have visas, fake I.D.s besides,
men in disguise infiltrate battle lines.
Heard about Houston, heard about Detroit,
heard about Pittsburgh PA?
fierce conflagrations abroad on the air,
eyes blinded 'til we can barely see,
the sky is thick with startled sparrows.
Will we ever see the end,
so much more of the same,can we no longer see around the bend,
must we continue to murder and maim?
 
The world's gone haywire, 
mistrusting our brother, 
lusting after one another, 
we're tapping phone lines
running road blocks, this ain't no party, 
manipulating computers, a sign of the times.

Life During Wartime

...an homage to Talking Heads
   and their song with the same title.

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Gunfire and grave sites pepper the hillsides,

trucks with ammo taking position. 

We have visas, fake I.D.s besides,

men in disguise infiltrate battle lines.

Heard about Houston, heard about Detroit,

heard about Pittsburgh PA?

fierce conflagrations abroad on the air,

eyes blinded 'til we can barely see,

the sky is thick with startled sparrows.

Will we ever see the end,

so much more of the same,

can we no longer see around the bend,

must we continue to murder and maim?
 

The world's gone haywire, 

mistrusting our brother, 

lusting after one another, 

we're tapping phone lines

running road blocks, this ain't no party, 

manipulating computers, a sign of the times.

Life During Wartime

...an homage to Talking Heads
   and their song with the same title.

               ********

Gunfire and grave sites pepper the hillsides,

trucks with ammo taking position. 

We have visas, fake I.D.s besides,

men in disguise infiltrate battle lines.

Heard about Houston, heard about Detroit,

heard about Pittsburgh PA?

fierce conflagrations abroad on the air,

eyes blinded 'til we can barely see,

the sky is thick with startled sparrows.

Will we ever see the end,

so much more of the same,

can we no longer see around the bend,

must we continue to murder and maim?
 

The world's gone haywire, 

mistrusting our brother, 

lusting after one another, 

we're tapping phone lines

running road blocks, this ain't no party, 

manipulating computers, a sign of the times.

Honouring the Wartime Dead

They fought with grit to save the nation, 
From poverty, squalor and infidelity, 
And when they marched it was the Nazi’s or them, 
Who would suffice to keep their dignity. 

The Second was really over the same as the First:  
The freedom and equality that democracies offer; 
Hitler was not to rule the freethinking lands, 
Which representative governments quietly did proffer.  

Their Ladies’ which, it was said, almost flew themselves, 
Were engineered by women as superior planes;  
Through dogfight and bullet, over occupied territories -
The pilots exploded German ammunition trains. 

Rhoda Monihan

Wartime Wedding

You would've labeled it a shotgun wedding,
if you'd seen how we rushed it,
snagging the license on Friday morning
and exchanging vows that same evening.

No white dress, no people-packed pews,
simply a long drive in my brother's Chevy,
from St. Louis to Morse Mill, Missouri;
that July day burned into our memories
at a hundred four degrees, no A/C, 
and a flat tire on the road to the church.

Uncle Vernon officiated 
in a less-than-five-minute ceremony. 
You mean that's it? Is this legal?
I certainly didn't feel married!
"They'll think you're pregnant," 
my mother said. No chance of that, 
with our entire courtship advanced 
solely through airmail letters.

He was marked for Japan, 
courtesy of the U. S. Air Force.
Only death or instant wedlock 
were valid pleas for allowing leave.
We hadn't clapped lips together in 10 months.
When he called, I said yes,
and we had the shotgun wedding,
without the gun.

It's Not My Time To Die

You don't see...what lies await for us
The darkest of night has awakened...
Opening its tattered claws
To see who will fall next...venture as you can
In the darkest of night

Dear friend, it's not my time to die
I'm sure of it...I've been driven insane with it
I'm sure
That we'll survive...we'll endure

It's not our time to depart

We'll survive to see the new day 
So push those suicidal thoughts...those depressing thoughts
The darkest hour has put a strain on us

We won't lay in endless ruins
That vermin...I blame those fools
I'm dead inside...
Having no time to feel the love abide
In this fatality...becoming a reality

Dear friends,
I can here your screams
I can see your horrifying dreams

It was all my fault
I'm the one who you should assault
I keep feeling hungry...I can't help it anymore more
I vow it...
I vow it's not our time to die

War

It is the time for  war,
The world shakes as the lion roar,
I can imagine what it must be like,
When you look around and see your friends die,
There will be no time to feel bad,
No time to feel sad,
You struggle to survive,
You run for your life,
Without looking back,
cos now the back has become the past.
We don't need war,
Peace and harmony we need more.

Learned My Lesson

Deep down in my heart,
I had seen from the start,
That you were bad for me but...
I could not resist your symphony.
Everything happend for a  reason.
But now it is time to start a new season.
From spring to summer to fall to winter.
i can not wait to earn that new splinter
Of hate,regret and depression
Now that i have learned my lesson
It is not time for him to move on to a different person.

The World I See

ALL THE PLACES- ALL THE FACES
EACH ITS OWN UNIQUE BEAUTY
CREATED FROM ABOVE
DIFFERENCES UNABLE TO UNITE
WHY IS IT THAT ONLY NEGATIVITY HAS TAKEN FLIGHT?
 
ALL THE DIFFERENT PLACES
ALL THE DIFFERENT FACES
GAMES BEING PLAYED WITH HUMAN LIVES USED AS BARGAINING CHIPS 
 
THE OUTCOME DOESN’T REALLY MATTER
WITH EVERY TRIUMPH AND WITH EVERY DEFEAT
OUR HUMANITY SEEMS TO FADE FURTHER AND FURTHER AWAY
 
 ALL THESE DIFFERENT FACES 
AND ALL THESE DIFFERENT PLACES
SOULS ARE FOR SALE AND INNOCENCE IS A VIRTUE LOST
AND THERE IS NO RESPONSIBILITY TO BE HAD
 
EACH UNIQUE BEAUTY 
CREATED FROM ABOVE
DIFFERENCES UNABLE TO UNITE
I ASK MYSELF WHY IS IT THAT ONLY NEGATIVITY HAS TAKEN FLIGHT
 
SO MUCH HATRED AND SORROW TO BE SEEN IN THEIR EYES
NO TIME TO RUN AND NO PLACE TO HIDE
ESCAPE IS NO LONGER AN OPTION
 
THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE GREED AND CORRUPTION TO END
CHANGE IS THE ONLY HOPE
 
IT IS NOW TIME FOR ALL THESE DIFFERENT PLACES AND DIFFERENT FACES TO BLIND THEMSELVES FROM
THE SUPERFICIAL
THE DIFFERENCES THAT DIVIDED US IN THE PAST SHOULD BE FORGOTTEN FOR NOW WE MUST STAND TALL
AS ONE

Dirty Laundry

Every time you think your being good
You think you've done well 
Every time you think forgivness is at hand 
You go and do something 
That intentially unintentially
Demotes every effort to make things right 

Keep airing your Dirty laundry

This Is War

Moments to tell the truth
Moments to still tell lies
What do you prefer
The time god
Decides if you should live or die
The time when you kill
And not to feel the guilt
This is war
Some think its great
Others think its hell
People getting
Shot or stabbed
This is war
They march in the shadows
In the streets or fields of battle
This is war
We wear our medals
Proud to be alive
Holding little burning candles
For the ones who died
This is war
To the right or left
We will fight to the death
Till the edge of the world
Comes to a rest
This is war
We come home to our families
Tears in our eyes
Just so happy
To see there smiling faces
We kiss and hug
Making sure everything is alright
Then we say goodnight
For the day has come to a rest
This is war
We will always have
The memories of others
Until one day
We will see them again
In the light of shimmering candles

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