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When you engage
in close quarters combat,
it ain't pretty,
it ain't nothing like Hollywood.
The blood looks more real,
the screams sound more anguished,
the smoke smells diesel.
Things move rapidly
in slow motion,
hand signals lead the way.
If you have to use your bayonet,
it ain't like slicing up a watermelon,
there's real bone in there.
And if you waste a second
staring into their lifeless eyes,
the haunting memory
will last you a lifetime.
 Sep 2014 Kimberly Seibert
III
It wasn't so much
The fibers of her being
That made the sun get
Out of bed each morning,

But rather the image of
Her existence that coaxed
The Universe to spin steadily
On the axis of eternity.
 Sep 2014 Kimberly Seibert
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 Sep 2014 Kimberly Seibert
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 Sep 2014 Kimberly Seibert
bucky
youve been alive for twenty-one years and youre just ******* worn out
you havent slept in twelve but thats okay right
because sleeping means the nightmares and youre already living one
you cant get out of your own mind and neither can he
and honey you grew up a soldier
didnt know a pipe dream from a semi-automatic
and he looks at you and says "you could have been a great machine"
in that place where dreams come true
in my heart I’ll walk with you

when storm clouds gather and threaten rain
and I fear I might never see the sun again
in my heart I’m safe with you

when the injustice of life leaves me in in sadness
and hopeless frustration drives me to madness
in my heart I’ll laugh with you

in that place where dreams come true
in my heart I’ll walk with you

when your at the point of letting go
I pray that you will always know
in my heart I have faith in you

if fate should send us separate ways
and we’re miles apart till the end of days
in my heart I’ll stay with you

in that place where dreams come true
in my heart I’ll walk with you
Without the danger,
where's the excitement?

Without the consequence,
where's the temptation?

Without the pressure,
where is the drive?

As you create rules,
you create deviants.

As we have well known
for ages ages upon ages:
the forbidden fruit is the sweetest;
yet, we continue to condemn.
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