The wicked night, a storm
On its way, you can taste it in the air
Not quite a humidity,
It's lighter than heavy
Almost a smell, but taste

I have to think to myself
What can I do, what have I done?
Patterns overlap, circles within circles
Remember details, collect the clues
Did I say this, did I look like that?
Maybe I agreed too quickly
Or it's not me at all

Moods are strange things
Arranged from the nonlinear
Chaotic patterns, too big to see
I see the change, chance to shine
A disappointment dominos

Retreat and hide, deny and find
I know the challenge is great
A hardship to develop
Breaking comfortable patterns
But that were hurtful, faulty; cling
If your dreams are big, your day is long
Much that is wanted, may be found

Her need is great; hold her close
Comfort her want, find peace, please
Right now, she still shines
Inner glow, it smolders
Mirrors all broken

I only want her happy
Heavy years are like chains
Drooping shoulders, neck and head
Rub the stress from her shoulders
Gently thumb precious neck
Work hands deep
Stretch muscles, calming effect

Oil her down, bring smile with scent
Tease worry from wary, bring her sleepy
Comb her hair, long beauty
Not make her sweaty
Heavy eyes, close gently

Relax, my Love
I promised, I vowed
Anything I can do
I will make sure
I can carry

When you sweep a village
for the first time
it's rather creepy.
Actually, it's pretty ******* scary,
your ******* gets tight
& it feels like your esophagus
is twisted up in your throat.
People seem to go about their business
as if nothing's wrong.
But there isn't anything right about it.
You can tell it by their eyes,
those vacant hollow eyes,
showing a blend of fear & hatred.
Needles burn through
your ACU's,
spelling "*******'s"
all over your sweaty skin.
Jesus, we carried enough firepower
to level the place
three times over,
**** every living thing,
including the pets & livestock.
We had helicopters and spooky
and artillery at our fingertips, too.
I tried to imagine the same ****
happening in my own city back home.
& it's definitely not
a comforting thought
to think about soldiers
disrupting your lifestyle.
I think I'd be ****** if a cobra
strafed my neighbor's house
or a 1-oh-5 leveled my local 7-11.
Deep thoughts like that
made me
miss my humble abode
even more.
But Christ,
this was war
& war is hell
& we were ****** for it.