Things are getting louder
Louder and louder by the minute
And if I'd mind to listen
The voices would be infinite.
Yet, sometimes when I'm tired
The sleep takes all control
I dream the voices are all laid out
Before me in a neat row.
So I argue with myself
Always back and forth,
But since I do not choose to listen
I don't know what the words are worth.
And if it were up to me
To settle up this fight
This quarrel in my mind
Would continue on all night.

So long I have remembered some things
The touch of her hair and the promise of rings
Passionate gazes of longing for more
To love a woman as a blissful chore
Rampant and rapid the kiss lingers
Touching the flesh with nimble fingers
The wet of lips swollen and ready
The taste of wine and the rhythm steady
The feel of a faint and building urge
A sensation deep within wanting to purge
Glistening sweat on figures through the night
Collapsing together beneath moonlight
The tickle and tingle yet returns again
Creating ecstasy between woman and man.

WAR   Nov. 8, 1987.

Father, can you forgive me
For I have committed sin?
I haven't lost a battle
But still, I cannot win.
I look across the land
All of the grass has been burned
I have educated men to ****,
Yet, there's something they haven't learned.

Father, please forgive me
For I have done wrong
I've raised weapons against men
Whose lives might have been long.
I've destroyed all humanity
In this once happy place
And I see the damage that I've done
In each and every face.

I beg forgiveness, Father,
For I have killed my brothers
And I've not an idea
The pain of those left over.
For in my mind I see the words:
That 'Thou Shalt Not ****',
But, Father, it was war
It wasn't for the thrill.
THEY said I'd be glorious
THEY said I would be a hero
But THEY aren't pulling the trigger...
...I suppose they'll never know.