faith

sacrifice for idea

heal the sin for success

the water purified

ash wednesday

the knowing better

the man

armed and dangerous

a man of issues prowl

cruising half speed

through the city

unaware innocents retired

clever and guile

into the night

the man of issues

retorts his stance

unassuming of the demand

the man of issues

justified in the scene

becomes the man

war vet

i stand alone

surrounded by nazis

me alone hidden

with my m1928 submachine gun

browning hp

and one german stick grenade

the calvary fifteen minutes away

my nerves racing

my hands still calm

the air smelling

like the fourth of july

i slow my breathing

i play psychic

look into the crystal ball

replay my moves

and surprise attack

my handgun at the ready

the trigger to my

thompson wielded to my finger

i unload with ferocity

accuracy and adrenaline

looking like robocop

in fatigues

i take out

kill

shots to the head

bullets chopping off

limbs blowing holes

spreading crimson graffiti

on walls and ceilings

i survive the threat

the hitler threat

bring on the japs

the koreans

the vietcong

the russians

the terrorists

the taliban

al qaeda

the dictators

and their mothers

my war cry piercing

my chest out high

i am a war vet

feel my lead

all these years

all these years

i keep missing you

my body and soul

surrendered in your embrace

my arms like vice grips

holding onto you

my memory sharp

like the day i was born

remembering all moments

passionate to endearing

your caresses

charming like a child's dimple

beautiful as you are

loyal as you are

all these years

i keep missing you

you are my love

you are my home

you are my motivation

i love you so much

my mind intoxicated

with words

thinking of adjectives

hallucinating on your smell

all these years

i keep missing you

escapism

i escape

the inescapable

the mental

the restless

the weary

the stupid

the dreaded

the weak

the wounded

the lost

for what i escape

i surpass

down between

the looking glass

i see myself granted

bestowed upon me

my everlasting prison

eternal flame

in the night

a playful whisper

is heard through

the candlelight language

i follow this language

around the corner

only to hear

a young bellow wind

flow across the spectacle

a weirdly stance ensues

people a passionate faith

becomes a common

even children play

wherever i go

this language

proven so powerful

i am hypnotized

mystical may it seem

only science-fiction

proves the latter

citric acid

the sound of taste

is mesmerized by

the throngs of

four fingered

homo sapiens idaltu

they listen to the crunch

they listen to the chew

four toed homo rhodesiensis

don't care for taste

only that for pleasure

to fight and to consume

the male and

females both cook

neither is satisfied

only to their delight

swim creatures

taste better sour denaturalized

with onions, chili, salt and pepper