Booms Cracks of fire and
whistles, muffled screams
camo war faces in a, beading
hot climate of Vietcong

disfigured American patriotic
faces
disguised from families,
eaten up by hornets of red
hot bullets splashes of crimson
Mist, from slapping meat
been hit,

screams of ghost limbs
and whites of eyes rolled
back, masks of death
body's fall, bravery of the flag
Jaws fall open in this battle
death match.

Admiring the purest soul
From afar
Feels like basking the sunlight
As happiness envelopes me
Like it won't ever let go,
It's so overwhelming
That tears start flowing
From my auburn eyes
Glistening over my radiant cheeks
But than delight turnes to melanocholy
Remembering that I'll forever be in awe,
Endlessly captivated by the beauty
Of that pure soul

Autumn falls,

my thought
shatters,
scatters,
blows,

October leaves .

The time will come
when truths are told
of righteous men
with gallant dreams!

An entourage
of hopeful followers,
that will not bend
with Winter winds.

Their bodies strewn
across time’s tapestry.
They’ve passed the test
of grace and purity!

The Nations weep
the blood of Martyrs calls,
for vengeance owed
to them which sleep.

Their markers lie
upon the stony ground.
Reminding all of what
was said and done!

On June 6th 1944
Normandy, World War two, D-Day,
Omaha, Gold, Juno and Sword.
pump-up the adrenaline, pray!

Allies were Brits, Canadians,
French, Poles and U.S.A. forces
all of which were sturdy brave men
which time, supports and endorses.

Utah, the westernmost beach head
with the other beach invasions
the allies fought on for success
retake France in the equation.

amphibious attack won through,
Operation Neptune, dubbed.
enemy fire caused them to swim
for the beach there in was the rub.

Some older guy bought these kids some beer (Bud).
In the woods while drinking came a thud,
soon showed up the ‘Hoods’ wanting that ‘Bud’.
They came up to them Laughing and joking wanting the goods!

Through half-closed ears (from that beer)
They could barely hear (with snickers and sneers)
“I have a razor, wanna shave their balls?”
“No No No” (that was the end of the party for them all)

Ruthenium Silver glinting chips
slips into the dreamscape lapping
body

they slowly breakaway from the
silky waves timidly. Like a melting robe over
smooth humps on a woman's chest.

Romantically an island of bounty
paradise
with strokes of a waxy endless
sky
Chalky powder white sands, table with
two hourglass figures, and sugar lips
that stick, ready to be tasted, as the necks
Of wild green palms watch on.

Down from the mountains
up in Alaska.
Seven feet tall and
built like a tank.

His name was Old smokey
and he had a red mustache.
He sported a axe that was
seven feet long.

The blade it was said,
would cleave a mans skull in two!
Walked into Coos bay
to have him a beer.

The loggers up north
had made him an offer.
To cut off the head
of dangerous Dan.

The price it was said to be
10,000 dollars.
Old Smokey went lookin'
at the first light of dawn.

November just passed through the door
and I can hardly get to sleep
Because I fear the night before.
I toss and turn, the hours creep.

Each shadow on the bedroom window
assumes a shape I do not want to see.
And every where my old eyes go
they perceive that which I don't want to be.

Finally my eyes stay shut
as sleep arrives with its own fears.
Dreams of a demonic slut
who screeches like long rusted gears.

I woke up naked because here is
isolated so I can let my junk hang
it was magical here, and know one
can do a damn thing.

My eyelids slowly
became less pinched , as they adjusted
to the nature escape, all the natural
shapes, greenery, knots of land and
musical sounds and snaking mirrors

I couldn't tear my dark spools away
but they finally did. They were fixated on a
majestic sea bird with an eight foot
outspread wings span with tip curves,
that cut