A quick note in the morning
“I love you”
Last night's ice-creamy kiss
on my mind

'Spicy chips in my lunch-bag'

Coffee, doughnut and smiles
quiet book and radio
Cocooned in limbo alone
passing tires muted

'Orders from headquarters'

Yellow life-boats for mom
hurried working-man
Traffic-gods against us all
beep, beep, beep

“Good morning, have a nice day”

They are buried away, far away.
The tempest lights the skies above me
Clouds twisting,
as they bellow hurricane winds
The momentary still of the sea
before it trembles at the roar of the maelstrom.
I glide through the water with purpose,
chased down by memories,
Burning emotions that hunt my conscious mind
like ravenous hounds…
My foot sinks into the snow.
The distant sniping of teeth carries in the blizzard
Wind and icy snow break on my face like needles
as I gaze at the last sunset.

Soldiers are simply shields to bear the brunt

of swords and bullets
soldiers have no right to cry,
they should only orders apply
else they would have been in a better position
If ...
Do you know?
the dullest guy reaches the highest pavilion
where angels fear to tread
soldiers love to go there
till they are stained
dead.
okay blasted too.
if that pleases the soldier in you

Might not we leave this cursed place
where all is naught but stone and sand
and utterly devoid of grace?
I've had about all I can stand.

Too tired of false comraderie
from "allies" who'd as soon slit our throat,
they have no use for you or me,
their hatred learned as if by rote.

Gave them a chance but now it's gone,
democracy is not their choice.
Brute force is what they depend on,
there's little reason in their voice.