I had the unfortunate privilege of participating in a war
As an immediate life experience
This afforded me the luxury of indifference
While eliminating the sanguine notion of naiveté
Bravo 6 once told me - the only easy day was yesterday

Existing in a constant state of crisis justifies our history of violence
Collectively vindicates informed decisions to use lethal force without tolerance
License to search and destroy hostiles with extreme prejudice
Collateral damage merely an unfortunate expenditure of doing business

This is the merely the price of war
The cost is the bones and broken lives we leave behind as just-cause
When we are redeployed to kick down someone else’s door
Eventually in time, all these sins will follow us home
And war will make corpse of us all

6 weeks ago I was unaware from where to buy scented candles
Till then it was a studio bachelor pad with random women and one tenet
2 weeks ago I was under the impression that
Table conversation was supposed to be mundane chit chat
Till last monthI lacked the company to hold riveting conversations on the Mandela effect
After our Labor Day weekend I caught a glimpse of the possibility that how life could be just perfect
On our second date I realized it is vital to confess that I had no best laid plans  
Similar to our colossal failure navigating the retreat from Vietnam
Until a week ago I did not have your fragrance lingering my personal space casting innuendos
Recent uptake in the “stay at home-order in “philosophy has reduced me in to a fading shadow
My absence in regular visits to the Gentlemen clubs local water holes and Venice boulevards
Have my village people in search parties hunting corridors and casing Echo Park
How a creature of habit evolves and adapt to extenuating circumstance
Before the music fades along with the final chance for that last dance
Time eventually catches up or exponentially runs out
Forward motion moving down range is the only response when in doubt
So best not look a gift horse in the mouth
In order to cohabitate, one must embrace new environments hence first move out

Pursed you for decades, old habits that shadowed me across the cosmos through eons
Will never ask you to love me; irrelevant what we all eventually want
I will never ask you to quit smoking or your whereabouts after the day’s work rotation
Who was your first love or who finally led you the wrong way on?
Doesn’t concern me about the ***** of your firstborn.
My reserved observations toward your sibling rivalry and questionable fashion forecast
I will never ridicule your acute fascination with Dancing with the stars
I am fascinated with the news about today, access to your mundane troubles
Like, do the high heels make your feet hurt? are they prone to stumble
Maybe for the chance we could later snuggle
Such innocent hopes, you are never at fault, never a penny for your thoughts
But cinnamon buns and fresh coffee I walked a block over and brought
To enjoy as you rant and vent about life s unjust persecutions
I listen explicitly to catch a molecule of your candid affection
Heartfelt and not under duress from the weight of compulsion and decency
Not purely based on manufactured commitment and unbridle duty  
No I will never ask you to love me, for the entity known as “ME” resides outside this equation
Like the waving bystander looking the departing passenger once the train leaves the station
I settle for the chance to share your duvet and Monday morning tantrums
Getting blamed for spoiled milk, overlooked expiry dates and late Doctors appointment frustrations
Face your wrath because I forgot to refill your station wagon
To bear the cross of your silent treatment for not getting around fixing the door handle that was broken
To rebel in the ambiance when you call me out as a ***** for simply being one
And labeling me an idiot when I am been a wise *** till I am finally done
I would praise your insults and endure your obnoxious sermons to cheer on your trivial darkness
I shall spare you the need to ask for my forgiveness and tolerance
I will never ask you to love me, only for your radiant and enchanting presence
My intentions are simple: to embark on your odyssey in glorious attendance

It s 2 AM and suddenly I am wide awake
Her raven locks ran ramped across the sheets
and engulfs my face
With a hint of strawberry, the scent of caramel takes over my bed space
Her intellect is second only to her elegance, followed by the way she taste  

I am over the moon and above the weather.
Silently congratulating myself
For finally pulling off the caper of the century together
Comparing Oceans 11 to how I made her heart melt

A campaign dating back years finally aligned with kismet
Ample close calls over the years with bad hands I was dealt
A dog chasing rainbows, never there in the cards that I held  
If the creator created something more perfect than women,
Then surely he kept it all to himself.
They are called Angles, none earth-based celestial men
Who exist in the heavens where they were all sent

In this new realm of possibilities, you are my night vision goggles
The way to see through the perpetual darkness
The silent voice that battles the sound of my wayward conscience
Even in the absence of light, there is still a shadow of an eerie presence
The closet place that I have ever been to where heavens meet
Is my bed space where we create intimacy with racing heartbeats
Me and her in between my fluffed pillows and linen bead sheets

Pursed you for decades, old habits that shadowed me across the cosmos through eons
Will never ask you to love me; irrelevant what we all eventually want
I will never ask you to quit smoking or your whereabouts after the day’s work rotation
Who was your first love or who finally led you the wrong way on?
Doesn’t concern me about the ***** of your firstborn.
My reserved observations toward your sibling rivalry and questionable fashion forecast
I will never ridicule your acute fascination with Dancing with the stars
I am fascinated with the news about today, access to your mundane troubles
Like, do the high heels make your feet hurt? are they prone to stumble
Maybe for the chance we could later snuggle
Such innocent hopes, you are never at fault, never a penny for your thoughts
But cinnamon buns and fresh coffee I walked a block over and brought
To enjoy as you rant and vent about life s unjust persecutions
I listen explicitly to catch a molecule of your candid affection
Heartfelt and not under duress from the weight of compulsion and decency
Not purely based on manufactured commitment and unbridle duty  
No I will never ask you to love me, for the entity known as “ME” resides outside this equation
Like the waving bystander looking at the departing passenger once the train leaves the station
I settle for the chance to share your duvet and Monday morning tantrums
Getting blamed for spoiled milk, overlooked expiry dates and late Doctors appointment frustrations
Face your wrath because I forgot to refill your station wagon
To bear the cross of your silent treatment for not getting around fixing the door handle that was broken
To rebel in the ambiance when you call me out as a ***** for simply being one
And labeling me an idiot when I am been a wise *** till I am finally done
I would praise your insults and endure your obnoxious sermons to cheer on your trivial darkness
I shall spare you the need to ask for my forgiveness and tolerance
I will never ask you to love me, only for your radiant and enchanting presence
My intentions are simple: to embark on your odyssey in glorious attendance

In 1972, on one very sketchy night, three wise men met in an Oval Room
One lit a cigar and told the others about how close they came to seeing clouds made of atomic mushrooms.
Then continued, “Item number 1—What if we could have systems where the populace voluntarily enlists all their day-to-day lives details with pictures along with any and all important segments
By monitoring such platforms, we, the government, can have a flashlight up each and every one of their rectums.
They laughed hysterically as they fantasized about this *******.
While we the people were in deep slumber, snuggling our children, dreaming of trinkets to redeem
The other joined in: “Item number 2—what if we can create a false independent source or media
That we can use to influence and force-feed these lambs with our False Flags and agendas.
They all had metaphorical ******* combined with real-life erections.
As they reflected on these “maybe one day observations and perceptions,
The third one poured some whisky and bourbon, then casually went on with this sermon.
“Number 3—what if we could give them all devices they pay for themselves that could transmit their locations?
So we can constantly monitor all their movements and at all times track their motions.
The three wise men plotting and scheming finally departed this Oval Room.
Patting each other on their backs, dreaming and concocting of things to be coming soon
52 years later, this beautiful girl asked me if I was on Facebook or YouTube.
“No, but I am sure I might be in the history books.” I was referring to the 2nd Gulf and other aged news.
But her eyes went all empty, hinting she had no idea what I was referring to.
Hence I came home alone, glad that I was not dating these twenty-one-year-olds.

I want to hold your hand in silence.
Name ethereal suns that exist in the distance.
I wish I could bleed into your existence.
Quietly stay stowed away in your ethereal presence,
I would gladly marry into your darkness.
While everyone else is looking for your weakness
I will always read you as flawless.
As you try to hide the cracks beneath your armor.
Maybe they dream of vivid garden parties held in green meadows.
But I will gladly revolve around and under your colorful shadow.