Less than one percent have dehumanized the plight of the entire terrified migration by resorting to terroristic action against the Western world
Twenty percent are escaping the political upheaval and certain death by remaining steadfast , vigilant , praying for asylum ..
Fifty percent want to love and be loved , tend to their families , raise their children in peace ...
Ten percent will die in abject poverty if we don't step in with food , shelter and a helping hand , addressing their basic needs
Another ten percent have the unmistakable thousand yard stare , eyes conditioned to mass ****** , wholesale destruction , memories that time will never erase ..
Five percent of the young people will develop psychiatric disorders in relation to their current maltreatment , herded like livestock , kept in makeshift prisons , captors oblivious to their supplications
In desperation the remaining four percent will join the one percent in an attempt to save their people by whatever means necessary , ensuring their survival ..

a butterfly flirts with me

she stands before me
but turns when i look

then

she fans herself
like a spanish dancer
teases her audience

i wonder if she knows
how captivated i am
by her alluring ways

or

how i'd do anything
to hold on to this
moment

i can only pray
please stay

It was in my barracks that I learned the ol' saying
Persuading me to keep my clips from ever failing,
The gun may jam, a jester of the devil himself
To sway my gun from the enemy and turn it on myself

I a young private, along with my brothers in arms
To fight against the evils of the Viet Kong,
Rounds burst out far from my sight
But I knew those strong soldiers who fall,
will sleep well tonight...

We pushed them back far from our hill
Fired bullets and rounds to make our kills
Behind me stood the infantry men
Men of which I was one, still I couldn't comprehend
The bloodshed ran red, covered us with the killing sin

Still we fought, pushed them further than before
But on the back of my best friends helmet, I read
"All's Fair in Love and War"
We fought together, not a solider to him I was
It took one bullet to end his mighty cause

I patched his wound, I covered in his blood
As bombs and bullets rang out, I did the best I could
His helmet was like a well
The blood spewed from his bullet hole spout
Located to the left side of his head, I cried out
"ALL'S FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR!"

I got up pouncing, bitter feeling swelled my brain
My assault rifle fired into the crowd
Of enemy's to which I showed disdain
I cut them down one by one
As my best friend lye in a pool of his own blood

Tears ran down my face
As the flame of a flamethrower heated my space
His body burned as in old English did at the stake
For his loss was not in vain said my Sargent
Looking at me with the sad look on his face

There on that hill I learned the ol saying that day
That every soldier on that battlefield held to their fates
And on our way home, back to the U.S of A
Quietly we wept with our ol saying
To call out to all those who fell, We let out a prayer
Then we all cried out,
"All's Fair in Love and War"

You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
And I know that.

But I can't rediscover it every ******* day.
I can't return to that epiphany
every time my alarm clock goes off.
It's unnatural.

But what I can do, and do quite naturally,
is become jaded and unimpressed by it.
I can see your beauty as normal,
as one of my life's many constants.

I can climb atop its shoulders and travel about,
rolling my eyes at sunsets and rainbows,
dismissing all the beauty of the world as
less than average.

And I complain to you about it.
And you can deduce your beauty from that.

I feel my body begin to shake
My hands and heart ache
Wanting so badly to hold you behind the calm I fake
I have to think about every breath I take
To distract myself from the thirst I just can't slake

Memories of your touch burn like fire
My thoughts trapped in your tire
Every silly stupid thing I think fills me with ire
Just be yourself preaches the choir
But your laugh makes my heart crack like a live wire

Wanting so bad to once again touch you
Wondering if you want it too
Or if, with the rising of the sun, that desire flew.
I see it every day, the hair I ran my fingers through.
Your painted skin, that seems to every second be new.

And worst of all I'm sure you have an inkling
From the way my eyes are twinkling
Or from the compliments I'm sprinkling

And you continue to move at your glacial pace
So different from the usual race
But you aren't hiding anything, it is all there on your lovely face
You're just a unique case
Beautiful and delicate like lace
Yet dark and dangerous and hard to chase