Considerably penalties
For early withdrawal.

Sending more advisors.
Vietnam redux 1954.

Reactionary by poll #s.

Afghan half stand.

Unemployment

Slow Redeployment.

You pick.

Nights are are quiet and cold to the touch
Gloomy lights in dusty rooms cast spectral doom as whirr and clank.
You took.
You pulled and ripped our love apart at the seams
Now powered by steam.

Dashed and splintered
So I Labour late and long into wintery nights to build from scraps of wood  iron  and steel.
A semblance so that I can once more feel and care.

A shiney gift to pull from
my chest. An offering.
Something that tics and clanks. Cold and dead ouside
Instead of pumping love
My Steampunk heart can only  cry  and scream .The loss of flesh and love for a loveless lifeless thing...my offering
The Steampunk Heart.

When we agreed to keep it simple and We both thought we had the formula The thing is you are not who you pretend to be and neither am  I so it was a sweet lie.
Honestly.
The Hidden tender and afraid in you found the yearning hopeful dreamer in me and it all fell away in moments of ecstasy. Words were spoken in weakness and the walls fell down brick by pound.
Funny thing about those fences.
Those well honed well worn cobblestones That we lay beneath our feet and forgot.
Now what ?
You with your crazy glued heart
me with my well buffed armor.
Funny thing we talked about our well sketched plans that made sense.
Hence ships passing was the default.
No harm no foul and live the moment.
How funny.
Should we call in the clowns
what now ?
That I cant go past minutes without seeing your walk in every crowd
What now that we find silly reasons to call for nothing at all but just to say hello and nothing more.
Reasons.
Why I cannot bear to be awake and apart from you and sleep is no rescue still.
How funny my love.
What now.
No turning now. No how
but forward holds no option.
still.
How funny.

Now master
Now clear water
Sunday salvation.

Seeker.

Teacher.

stronger now
Not weaker.

Its 10:04 now with the trees rustling in the warm California night.

Words are seeking. Expression right now. Brothers and sisters of the word linked around the orb.

Continents devide us but daily and nightly we find.
We seek to speak our language to each we reach.

Vast  terrain devides
We strain make words speak our inner beauty or pain.
In our darkened abodes.
In our hours of angst ... broken hearts...words that bleed our needs.

Lonely word messenjah
Looking out to the stars
Where are you speak.

A gusty night as I watch dreams take flight and rise above rooftop here
Take heart.
Brothers in the word.
Sisters knit and weave your tales let them flow like nimble fingers shaping yarn.

I cant feel the Earth's spinning.
Talk to me .
We are unique. We seek to make magic in meter and verse.
Stars twinkle as never seen
A clear night sky revealed.
I am one with forever.
And my kin.
Let the words  
Carry you lightly and forever.
Word
Messenjah.

Privilege precedes accountability.
Honda made motorcycles and
Fonda made propaganda news reels for the other side.
Americans died.