numerous books and songs
have been written about it
and when spelling it you'll
require oodles of wit

its location is in
the northern hemisphere
and cotton and corn are grown
within its very sphere

it is seen to branch
into feeder streams
at the end of its long
interstate traveling gleams

slaves were transported on ships
to toil near the river's banks
and their colonial masters gave
them such meager thanks

the I's and the S's
get much mention in its name
so are any of you able
to figure out its game

I fell in love
With a shot of ***
Unfortunately
The disturbance fades
If I drink more then one...
PTSD
Sometimes kicks my ****
Ya....
I'm off to the next A/A meeting
Truth can be tough....

Too much hard life
Seen far too much
Grew up in Flint
Prison and such...
Back in the Military
**** those stars and stripes!
I tried to forget the blood shed
With all my might

But you know
Somebody cares
And so
I'll be alright!!!

How many hero's/heroines
sacrificed and left too die
all the pain and suffering
who and what can qualify?

Stumbling over the distractions ahead
Craving for more, salivating to be fed
Improper desire for lust and love
Just as free as a flying white dove

We'll move past the bodies
abdications, cedes, and waives
saving, craving, all sensations
just trying to be
brave

But for not to be seen
Covered in red
From the human remains
The lost
The hero’s
The blood
Of the dead

Things that were
and were not
said

Still hearing the silent screams
The nightmares, the sweats
The constant reminder
The flashbacks


No way to forget, it seems
the scars the blood, and everything
like cracks and the unsealed seams
reality of, Avenger teams

I guess no one wants to collaborate with me