None of these words in this poem mean anything.
Fairness and truth are what they say they do,
yet only their lies are their daily surprise.
Never believe what they push to be real;
keep your eyes on their acts, ’cause those are the facts.
A lesson that lessens the joy one can feel
is trouble that bubbles until it is real.
Anger should always be only a stranger,
yet sometimes the mind can be caught in this danger.
Finding a way to stay happy and play
will always remain the one best way to stay.
Not the false smile that tastes like its bile,
only the twinkle that comes the wrinkle
of happiness’ face that will never give waste
is the way to remain if one wants to be sane.
Once the fun gift of controlling the shift
that can happen when piles of steamy brown stuff
have been tamed by the brain that remains in the game,
life is the reason joy’s always in season.
That word is the most complex of them all.
It’s a distant struggle for many people,
that say they have a brilliant mind,
When in reality,
and thinking blankly at this concept,
it is the most simple
Not having confusing words,
or even some type of a phrase
that makes others go ooh and awe,
could be what everyone actually wants.
Creativity will never reach
the level hidden in each thought,
only thoughts can be thoughts,
will be writing.
To put this simply,
simple sleeps easy,
simple eats regularly,
simple pays the bills,
simple drives the speed limit,
simple makes it places safely,
simple knows how much money it makes,
simple stays reliable.
Complex can’t sleep regularly,
complex freaks out,
complex pulls hairs,
complex gets bored,
complex is crazy.
There are a lot of other examples
that can make simple look worse as well,
but I feel safe in guessing that
I’m not the only one
that focuses mainly
on one side
of an argument.
All I know is
I could really use some simple,
but complex is all I know.
I’ve heard that a tough road always has a great ending,
sometimes the road is the end.
But since I’m complex,
I don’t know what the end is.
All I do know,
is that I appreciate and love simple,
because too much complexity
really gets old.
I always would search for the one made for me
with hopes that her beauty would set my soul free;
but now all my hopes have been given the clue
that she is in me through the works that I do.
She always looks perfect when written on page
and never ignores me to set off the rage
that only destroys any chance for the peace
inside of my mind like a tainted disease.
She gives me the joy like I’m such a good bee
who flies to her flower to take in the nect
without ever searching for any new glee,
’cause she is the one that I wish to respect.
Whenever I see that I gave her neglect
by throwing attention away from her sect,
I kiss her the more with much diligent check
by arranging words so that she’s still the best.
Whether some others show love for my light
is never my goal because she is my might,
and not just a trophy that could cause a fight;
my passionate love is within what I write.
Dammit, that fucking clicking is at an irregular beat this time and my head is shaking from the images being shown to me. I watch as I’m pulled out of my body again to see if I live or die. The troops that are surrounding me are stunned with fright as I begin to growl and charge over to the vehicle we just got out of. Three troops manage to jump into the vehicle before I speed down the road. One of them asks, “Where are we going sir?” Yet he’s answered by my silence as my crazed eyes remain on the road. He nods and says to the other troops, “Be prepared for anything boys!”
The other two yell “hoorah” without knowing the dangers I’m putting them in.
We continue down the road and make a turn into the desert where no roads lead. Our vehicle hops and bumps through the patches of sand until we come across a stone building in the distance. It only looks to be the size of a shack from our angle, as if it’s just a holding quarters. The distant threats see the dust from our vehicle roaring towards them, so they open fire on us. One of the troops takes the weapon on top of the vehicle and starts firing wildly at them while yelling, “Get some!”
I watch him pluck off three of the threats in front of the building as we start to see the whites of their eyes. The other two troops remain hidden until we come to a stop because the bumps on this drive are too ferocious for them to be able to fire anyway. The gunner plucks off two more threats that ran out of the building before we come to a halt. The soldier to my right asks me, “What’s the-” but I don’t listen to his request for direction as my possessed body darts into the building to give a light show of gun-fire. My soul looks to the sky and sees that the sun is almost over-head, so I hope that my possessed body makes it to them in time.
Two of the troops run in blindly after me as one of them stays outside to protect us from any possible threats. My desires lead us directly to Privates Locke and Tagger on their knees with two masked gunners behind them that are speaking into the live camera. The executioner raises his hand with his weapon ready to steal their lives and begins to lower it to Tagger’s neck. Shock forces his head to shoot up when he hears my growl echoing through the hall before a bullet forces his brains to splat on one of the gunners behind him. The other gunner whips around to take away my life, but he’s bumped by a courageous Locke who jumped up and tackled him to the ground. My demonic face is revealed to the world as I kick off the head of the person that was tackled while putting a bullet between the eyes of the other gunner.
I cut off the bondage that’s holding Tagger and Locke’s hands behind their backs and then crouch down for any possible threats that might come from the shadowed hallway. The camera keeps on rolling, so everyone viewing this video is getting a free show of war. Although, for some reason my possessed body growls out, “I want you men to leave now and tell the camp where I am. That’s an order.”
They look at me in shock as Private Tagger says, “No can do sir.”
I growl back, “I’m not going to let you end up like Private Smith! Now move and get more troops!”
Their fighting spirit deflates as they look at each other and then run back out to the vehicle. My helpless spirit watches as my body prepares for possibly my final battle. I grab one of the lifeless bodies and hoist it like a shield with one of my pistols in my free right hand. I wait patiently for more masked murderers to come into my sights. I think it’s funny they’re man enough to take away someone’s life, but they’re not man enough to show their face while doing it.
Eventually, I see the shadows of bodies approaching me from the grey shadowed hallway. Gunshots fire into their heads until I have to switch weapons. The same action is taken without any struggle until I eventually run out of bullets. I throw the body acting as my shield at the door and then wield my knives in the corner as I wait for more threats to enter. I patiently allow three of them to enter the room with their bullets firing at nothing until I slice two of them in the back of their necks and stab the remaining threat in his right side. He tries to fight me, but I point his gun at his neck and cause him to commit suicide.
More bullets fly in from the hallway and manage to take me to the ground. My body growls as I go down from the wounds in my right leg, but my fight refuses to quit. They approach me from the hall with caution still firing their weapons, so I grab the weapon to my right and show them I’m more of an accurate shooter. My body begins to shake from the blood loss, but I still manage to stand up. Another threat runs in and I fire his weapon from his hand. He still manages to plow into my weakened body and begins to tussle with me on the ground. We exchange different punches until I manage to distance myself from him. He takes out his knife and charges while slicing wildly at me.
I manage to dodge his attacks but another bullet hits me in my left arm from the hallway. I whip around and pick up another gun and silence him, but the wild person slashing at me manages to hit the back of my head and bring me to my knees. His arm goes up for a hail Mary, but I quickly fire upward and cause him to fall lifeless. The clicking stopped completely after he sliced the back of my head, so I stumble to the ground with my consciousness returning to me. Tears begin to fall from my eyes as I grab my body in pain and start to crawl from the other side of this blankly bloodied room to the hallway. My will to fight continues to bleed from my body as I move any further. Eventually it becomes too much, so I drop to the ground.
My body turns around so I can face the brightly lit ceiling. I only think of life back home and how much I wish I could see Sabrina’s face one last time. My heart begins to slow down as I hear more footsteps approaching me from the hallway. The sound of gunfire stings my ears and sends a chill of an end down my spine. I just hope my wife isn’t watching this streaming video. I hear the same clicking that was once in my head on the ground next to me, so I look and see some bizarre device. It vibrates on the ground and looks as small as a computer chip with some pointy prick in the center of it. I want to examine this alien device more, but then, I hear the footsteps next to my head. So I let out a sigh before I close my eyes and prepare for whatever may come. Yet my body is so tired, I drift off to sleep.
Tranquility rests as if suspended by nothing
with breaths so small my eyes can’t see,
so I remain without a move
to watch what life is in this web.
It’s legs are still like they’ve no life
to mimic death and all its might,
yet when a bug with careless eyes
flies much too close it knows demise.
In seconds life is shown in dash
as spider runs to disturbance,
the frantic legs of prey give squirm
to show it’s more than just a meal.
Yet the nature of the world
shows that none are ever safe
from the spin of web to curl
all of that life in hidden bait.
Enough was seen by hungry eyes
so I decide to leave the prize
of every moment given then
until another joy begins.
After I was placed back into my bed, I must have fallen asleep until today. I woke up with the searching eyes of many troops around me. It looked as though they were allergic to blinking as they examined me with terror and awe. I eventually broke their peace by asking, “Is there something on my face?”
A soldier I didn’t know replies, “No sir…”
“Well then what is it?”
Another soldier says, “Sir… how did you take out that many terrorists without any help?”
I drop my head before I say, “I don’t know. Something came over me.”
Silence was heavy within the room as I reminisced about how I couldn’t tell them that a random clicking in my head made me do everything. I would sound like a lunatic and would most likely be dishonorably discharged. I don’t want to live with that burden, so I should remain silent about this whole situation. Yet silence wasn’t what anyone wanted, so another soldier says, “Well shit sir… that was the most amazing thing out there. We were going to that location to try and get Al-Zabad… but you showed up and took him out and all of the men that were protecting him. We got word that they were the ones that attacked your camp, so we were going to get them back.”
“Is that right?”
Everyone nods with their eyes still glued to my face. One of the soldiers says, “Sir… that was like an act of God or something.”
“Trust me. That wasn’t God. But thank you. Shouldn’t you boys be doing something besides staring at me in bed though?”
The General walks in and says, “He’s right. Leave him alone and give him his space. He’s had a rough couple of days.” The General watches intently as the peanut gallery exits the room with curiosity keeping their eyes on me. After everyone leaves, the General says, “That was one hell of a job you did in there though son. I honestly wouldn’t have liked the odds… but hey, you showed us what it means to be an American Marine.” He begins to laugh but my face remains flat.
I say, “Yes I’m fine. Thanks for asking sir.”
“Oh what are you being a pansy on me again?”
“Sir, no offense, but I don’t know what came over me and that was not something that I wanted to do or ever want to do again.”
The General thinks for a moment as he nods his head. He leans close to my face with his hands on the edge of the bed as he says, “So you didn’t want to avenge your fallen comrades? What kind of a soldier are you?”
My lips begin to show disgust as I say, “Don’t twist the reality sir. You know that I would want to avenge my brothers… especially Private Smith. But that… that was not natural or safe. It was completely outside of protocol and it could cause another attack on us in the near future.”
He laughs as he says, “I call bullshit on that one son. When they find out that just one of us can take out over forty of their men without dying in the process like their dumbasses would do by strapping a fucking bomb on their chest, they’re gonna be scared shitless. Good job trying to sound like the bigger man, but it’s okay, you can tell me that you enjoyed doing that.”
“The only part of me that enjoyed doing that was the devil inside of me. You and I both know that I’m much more than that.”
He rolls his eyes while saying, “There’s no hope for you son. Maybe this is the best time for you to stop fighting because you sound as threatening as a puppy right now.”
I snap, “Are you finished, sir.”
We share a stare of death before I say, “General.”
We continue sharing our stare before he says, “I guess so. Colonel.”
He turns and walks out of the room while slamming the door behind himself. I mutter, “Prick” and sink into my bed to enjoy the warmth. My mind spins around my thoughts until I come to the conclusion that I should try and control myself better than before. I may be able to become a fighting machine at the drop of a hat, but the machine is not predictable. All that I can feel is the click before the surge of energy takes me out of this world. And it obviously takes a toll on my body since I was knocked out for two whole days before I realized that I could move. But even that quick movement took out more than I was ready for because I just fell right back asleep.
The doctor that I held the knife to walks over hesitantly and quickly checks my chart before he scurries off. I say, “I’m sorry about that” to try and ease the tension, but he awkwardly waves at me before he disappears behind the door. It’s weird to be sitting in the medical quarters alone. A couple rows of empty beds waiting for people to bleed or rest on them with the constant smell of sterilization can make any man feel uneasy. I look out of the window and see life playing in the soldiers and civilians in the camp as they enjoy running around and relaxing in the sun. I look up to see nothing but a grey ceiling with brown fans turning me into a vegetable. But I just can’t stop thinking about how I knew how to attack these men without being trained for anything like that at all. Could there be something in the food or were they doing something to us in our sleep? I don’t know… all that I do know, is that my head still hurts and I need to rest this whole thing off. I should check the mail tomorrow to see if my wife has written me. I don’t want her to worry about me at all. That could be bad for our baby.
Feed me the flavor that others will savor
to give out the nutrients many will favor;
no matter the choice in these ingredients,
I want to enjoy every breath that is spent.
Feed me the taste that will never give waste
to the dreams mixed in passions that never are actions
that cause me to hurl what will never be pearl
or be given the time to enjoy with pure wine.
Feed me the life that is full of the spike
that will set off the scale, it could be Richter,
or any excite that gives misery fright
so a goal is a whole that will fill up my bowl.
Feed me a chance where adventures can dance
to the rhythm and flow to keep blessings in show
with the constant new schemes that will compound the needs
of my hungry new beast that is my gluttony.
Feed me the meal that gives misery cease,
for that is the dish that will kiss me with peace.
Sunshine will kiss me until I am sleep,
with warmth in a smile to give out a treat,
that captures the mouths of whoever is near
and lets them continue to give out the cheer.
Rain helps to calm me until I’m in fall,
with all of the drippings for memory’s call
to soak in the treasure of every new pleasure
that rises to rates of the greats in measure.
Storms used to tremble this young boy’s old soul
until I grew older to know of the gold
that comes from the show without any predict
of whether some violence will come from this hit.
Cold gives the knowledge of how I am old
and wanting the peace that some others have told
by living their lives in the greatest of strides,
where all of their smiles are true and so wide.