So I wonder what is the task this time ? who am I ? You will see your world is of dreams rambling realities comprised of wishes and curses a thousand thousand killers -all painted up dandy dancers in religion philosopher's power slaves I am an animal man-creature now shape shifting into your world awake You will not know me You will not see or understand, just a stranger another mental case you will say a ragged child of sand and wind I can clearly see the lies you believe so many explanations told as truth to the child who grows not knowing the questions are not answered and instead carrying a bag of lies and fairy tail awake, yes I am awake I tried to stay at rest but once too often I was disturbed I had to shed my sleep and my skin all of you have awakened me all of you with your noise clambering , ranting , spitting hate drizzle I am who are you mad men underlings ?those dancing ,howling, midnight dark dreamers,suns of hate dark riders in the wind of sorrow ? flinging into the eyes of men I am awake and you will stand down in the edge of a dream a reality breaths the shifting ripples along the skin and in the blood the eyes change new knowledge comes into the mind of the phoenix the sun and the wind feed me the sparrow and the hawk teach me the oak tree is my strength I am rock and earth blood and tears I am here now among you quickly I travel in electronic arteries in the spider web around the world I will stand before you unannounced unrequested I'll gather your young about me this is now I am awake now I will splinter and sing to you this new song of long ages made come children listen: first one war then another and another after these some many more all the same sad story nothing learned The sky is beyond black or blue it is deep singing sleep I am at once free to understand tomorrow I leave the stars cascade across my vision the radio makes talk over in the Humvee the air is cold ageless sands shift under an ageless sky my boots are new the equipment is new everything smells plastic elastic Velcro fresh the ammo is heavy neat and clean I am just arrived alive but tomorrow afternoon I will leave beyond repair mother was relieved it will do you good to join unfolding before my eyes the heavy afternoon heat gives way to heat beyond the edge of reason complete silent pressure no sound slowly disintegrating man shredding,...arms.....,legs.... shredded head all drifting away in the cloud of light don't tell me I don't know I am awake I am here to haunt you dead child cold blue child dead destroyed baby girl shrapnel blue deep pits above her eyes a hole in her face and an arm gone ragged don't tell me any thing I am awake this isn't an idea the fires of hell are kept lit by you fools you know who you are you did not count on me I will stop you now In this early morning hour I know I will sleep and gather into a force of truth afraid beyond words young and dead no lover's arms to return to only you standing at a marble headstone I wont leave you alone the chopper settled in the gooks nest high as a kite the air was bath water the smell was gasoline and swamp it was fun incoming was buzzing but the tie sticks and beer took the afternoon just hit the ground in the raging dust empty the clip run stumble and fly into the shade the world is pounding, one big heart beat still the chopper sings its farewell a deep stillness settles in quietly the men die bleeding a rivulet into the soft soil the rice field simmers in the sun the heat settles in so stoned I don't care its just this stupid war I want to go home ,but that's a million dreams away Mike died yesterday a week in evak, they knew he would and he knew it was up Joey is insane Dave is slipping into a killer I'll ramble if I want to ,you can't stop me You don't have any clue as to who I am do you? no the father land needed me to kill the Jews they came so smartly to my door this morning shiny and at attention all scrubbed clean full of the mission, you will come with us I knew to go the air was cold , the day was clear a little snow was left in the hedges and about the buildings of town your name, yes we know who you are fill out this form sit in this chair wait here is your identification,don't lose it you will be shot if you cant produce it you are now in the glory of the father land I wanted only my books and the sweet girl at the bakery store my microscope and violin no idea of war was mine now I stand naked in the cold water hollow gray home of a thousand pale boys given to this order of insanity again and again wave your flags wave them until the dead can see you wave them all all you flag wavers, wave like you never waved before you wont stop me I am fire I am the fire of truth not to hidden by righteousness or holiness you can't do that when it is just a plain old destroying truth stupidity is truth cruelty is truth foolish following is truth I burn you to the bone, I destroy you in your bed I will hunt you down and make you see me I am awake you have disturbed me, I am in a deep cosmic rage you will wonder where I came from I am yours you made me and left me for dead,forgotten sleeping in the gas chambers and killing fields the machete digs into his neck I can feel the bone he looks me in the eye I know something has gone terribly wrong but I laugh out loud ,pull and swing again his head roles away get it you keep dreaming this nightmare over and over I am awake quickly follow me if you can or you will not see me enter the great halls where the powerful men yammer and spit spending lives like currency you will not see me casting dark confusion over them with the spider net to watch them spin their own destruction ever more ridicule turning on each other in a harvest of their own blood turned to ash their clothes will turn to rags as I leave the Apache dance in the fire light as the Crow as the Choctaw something has gone terribly wrong they know but still,now the arrow is for the heart of brothers not the deer or elk I bend and cut the scalp rip it back I hold it high and feel the warm blood run down my arm our eyes have gone wild, like wolves at the kill if my hand touches you you will be without understanding you will see yourself as the bomber and the destroyed your mouth will speak of destruction but it will always be yours I will find you you who think you are so wise as to be the judge and destroyer one by one you will come with me it is all a lie it is noise and confusion inherited foolishness,well kept and passed down father to son now you will see me you will not hide from me I will hold the flame on your mind until the fire catches cant you see who I am the gray dawn sweet among the hills of Tennessee home the gray rough new uniform the new packets of powder and shot, the brass shiny caps a rainy mist,the gray lines the cavalry call the answering volley the first so it begins I am now turning around and around looking, everything moves so slowly the man in blue twists and shatters before my eyes settling like a rag across a fallen tree all scarlet and shiny I am a thunder, my ears hear a drum beat ever slower I am on fire the world is turning red and silent, I look down at the ring on my finger you will hear me now you will hear my bride weep you will smell the honeysuckle vine I fell into it takes me home outside the window I sing in the vines a chill runs through and through the woman looking out seeing the gray clouds scuttle by I close my eyes put it down ,put down the page ,put away the pen quiet the rage try to still the tongue and silence the song I bring I am alive deep in the truth I reside I show you the lies I will not be gone back to the romance of the fife and drum, bagpipe and song dances at the academy in smart new uniforms all the shiny fancy aircraft the napalm scudded like burning vomit across the village the babe sizzled like bacon popping and spitting as the fire consumed it I am transfixed still frozen I am as stone my child burns and I melt into the fire the fire leaps up my long hair and kisses my cheek the cow staggers by outside on fire I can hear grandmother singing I feel the long rain coming now I am the fire you should know me better you play on your island testing ground curious children you get your revenge on the yellow people I'll take your world from you if you are not careful I am fire I am awake in the mud listening to the men try to explain themselves how did we get here in France ? hell Henry and I volunteered down at the station that's how we got here Cindy kissed me goodby that is all I really wanted, was for her to kiss me good by and look at me that way.she did as she said she would wait for me I am cold now quiet and dead, covered up in the bottom of the trench slipped back down into the mud smacked in the forehead, it felt like a hornet sting and a hard punch between the eyes everything went white and shiny for a moment a deep dark starry night sky spinning all around a beautiful point of singing light the most radiant ring of light the gate but I wanted to come home to Cindy ! I cant be here yet ! the men don't understand that they are also dead yet standing in line to sign the papers and give their lives for their country boy that's the answer searing tearing pain the whole side of my face blown away I'm staring at you in disbelief with one eye hanging out, for a moment I can see it I am home I am yours I walk the lonely clay road in Alabama looking for my home place in the summer sun I see a an old oak tree, the dewberries are ripe and now the big circle of oaks the lighter knot gate post but no gate, only the chimney stands from the old home place I suppose the Philco radio is gone as well? how is this I was standing on the foredeck watching the incoming zeros looking for my recon man when something went terribly wrong for a second I understood torpedo land we lifted up as if by invisible hands and were slammed with fire, just a blink mom Ill show you the truth truth is thirst when you have no water for days simple quiet deep terrifying truth watch the soldier drink ,then laugh at us and spit it out he spits out whole mouthfuls on the dry ground the ache worse than any lover's desire for just a sip you know what war is? I know you do not get it or it would be ended the truth will make you insane with thirst twist in the fire try to fly from the raging pain in your head and screaming through your bowels gasp for air in the heat of your cell death in Afghanistan the Patriots cause you are fools to believe you win when you kill any one any one, so bold and brilliant in wisdom to say I am God is welcome to hell its yours you make it you keep it jump up and shout, run ,sing and dance love the killers one and all every mother's son with blood on his hands I am awake I know you don't like me ,you don't like this get up and leave you will find I will follow you right into your dreams you will no longer hide and wash your hands in innocence our cause ,our reasons, our way of life its always the same side its your side its just a finger on the trigger quick snap dead explanation and a few civilians killed by mistake I'll be a mountain of bloody legs blown off by land mines resurrected arms and hands, shattered severed heads raining down I have the strength of all the men killed the innocence of the children the raging sorrow of the mothers the sadness of the fathers when they realize that it is their own sad art that paints this picture its the cold kiss of death I will kiss you this morning in the big ditch in the field you will stand beside in the cold dawn its your own child's eyes you see looking up at you its a crack ,a thud the kiss moves down the line you fall you see your child's eye move as you fall stranger,in a long red cloak,standing before the fire,unannounced dark deep eyes and brooding brows dark velvet complexion gather of blood claiming souls for the record the wall the star in the window the photo on the tomb stone the telegraph from western union stop we are sorry to report ... the cannon accidentally fired during maneuvers facing away from the range the Yankees were drilling and doing range practice I was looking at her and how beautiful she was in the evening sun I saw the way the sun shone through the lace on her dress when the ball arrived oh sad arts ,are the arts of war the arts of crime and shame innocence destroyed God made insane for God and country of thee I bleed I am angry you don't see the empty hours in a cell alone you don't see your man hammering the nails into the God child's wrists over and over you never blame yourself for accepting this is your bomb this is your fear and rage this is your blind acceptance there will always be wars bullshit you know any thing is possible with God what do you want ? fools I'll not dance at your victory , you slyly let them start, you knew and pushed the hate along looked the other way a moment You are the problem of hate you are the fear,and greed me , me , me, you whimper my God my country my people , the prophet , the way "them" "those" "they" we are you are not Gods children infidel Jew Christian Buddhist Arapaho man told the young men there is only death in war "it is only death" he said you choose a path that is a lie in the beginning and death in the end , beware I don't have time for your lying worm tongues you bitter hate baitor's you know who you are Rush and I-ah ttola dogs I am in front of you now I stand ragged and torn with my old shopping cart in front of your car you sit on the horn, you cant scare this old soldier I'll not move I don't even know my own name what is that sound? I am yours the Congress gave the military millions and millions they gave me a ticket to Korea do you know how red blood is in the snow? blood is almost black in moonlight I see the frozen children fallen men the skinny dog valiantly guarding the old woman's pale torn body black on white ,in gray sad memories flicker on and off curse me of course in your car at the cross walk but you should know ,I am yours I am your humanity I am what you teach your children every tribe a killer tribe every flag a song of death you weave this tapestry of death and destruction into all that you are you are never free from the blinding explosion searing and tearing,shattering your life into tattered meat words spoken by the red mouths of the leaders and preachers teachers of hate and destruction always , somehow...incredibly for God or in the name of the Prophet or with God's divine help.... I'll take my shattered mind now..thank you very much out of your way you drive on..go on wondering what was wrong with that crazy old fool with the shopping cart now you will know I will tell you I will seep into every thing you do again and again you will see me in a book on the news,out the window as gun shots ring out in the night we lie in the tall wet grass it smells like snakes and is scratchy when the rain came we did not move, father said not to move until he came back he said, pretend this is a dream and you are asleep be very still,do not call me if some one comes,do not move,close your eyes and do not answer them unless they know your names he said this very quickly and in a whisper he was trembling,we felt his hand on us shaking,then he ran it was still and quiet a wind came and the rain, sister moved close to me but made no sound now we lie in the tall wet grass many excited voices then gun shots,screams,the sound of some one coming tromping around they stop and come over around us sister doesn't move, I don't move someone laughs one time then crack crack you will come with us now your children do not need you any more I will settle into your dreams it is different now I grow in power every day for as long as I stayed away taking the hate and pain gathering the sorrow and mindless grief of disbelief the senseless tragedy the couples locked in a death grip having cut each others arteries staring wild eyed at each other in victory a vast horde came to me on fire some coverd in oil some in gasoline others came as ash,all in one quick moment like dust they settled among the severed heads all a gift from your little planet home the poison men gather,with their white coats and microscopes,all the little frozen viles anthrax and smallpox ,so many deadly things to play with they pile high the store room the swords and knifes, all bloody and ringing with hate clash in endless battle in the halls all about the bullets and cannon shot fly shredded flesh drifts down like snow blinded bleeding eyes look on as countless voices cry out the shutter of death trembles in your hart I am real I am here I am yours you can not put me away now to do that you must agree but you love your battleships,and confederate flags, your fancy remote control airplanes and exploding vests and all those God damned silly hats you are fools with fire little puney minds half formed willing to follow any one so easily we kill them, they stand quietly some of them get sick, some of them faint its a little messy its quick and its easy I have five hundred now almost a record for a day ! the back hoe digs the ditch,then covers them up ,quickly it is done one man turned at the last moment and spit I shot him in both eyes we laughed and laughed because I was so angry at him the only thing is the smell sometimes I can't get that blood smell off of me I not hungry much any more either.... I would not tell anyone but I almost admire the man who turned when he felt the hot gun barrel at the back of his head he was quick tomorrow we may finish them all ,eight thousand men and boys war crimes in your face six million Jews two million Cambodians numbers of countless thousands of ten and twenty young men all arrive shouting death to the enemy, we will be victorious just to feel a hand in mine warm just to connect this simple way slips down the corridor away to a forgotten day as I recall the mystery of youth I remember you the poet grasps at the scattered pages as the sword runs him through the violin is smashed by a bit of shrapnel flung by a shell from the sea the twin boys are blown to smithereens in their stroller in the holy land the missile makers aim the end of the world at each other and snarl and spit you don't think you are fools? hindo voodo jap spick wop jerry limy reb and yank talk and talk big strong men say they protect us all on all sides of course all the death and destruction they bring with never ending patriotic songs would you? that I should leave you close the book if that would end the story ? however words live they crawl and slither,distort and poison this thinking glob of fat that is in your head , needs to see you own me I am real you can write no good in blood all your joy is destroyed the cities of light are empty the raging cold warriors wonder the darkness I bring them to you so easily you give up your sons and husbands daughters and te mother's of your children to them so easily you listen to the worn out explanation it is the way of the world it is the way of fools everybody run run to your side grab a stone and run back smash a head now proclaim victory for God see it grows old over and over stupid men I will rise up like the sun your eyes will open to the truth these people who are allowed to kill must be stopped they are yours, you must understand this ,see them know them ,all of you don't blame God or the devil its you I will not go back, or leave you or be quiet any more you must know every story before you are free of this nightmare that every one must dream I can tell you this, it was cold and damp the little electric torch grew yellow,the air was heavy and wet the sub settled onto the sandy bottom never to leave we watched the filament glow orange fade away,then darkness you could hear the sub creak and shutter popping from the pressure, then the seam split ice water filled the darkness sitting by the sea the pretty girl felt a cold chill and settled into a sadness that left her hanging in a closet you opened the door so I shot you so what? that's war I will hold you by your hate then you sit at your dinner table give thanks and ask for blessings then explain why it is necessary to kill then you turn to me funny little man and quite matter of factually explain why you hate Mexicans you would shoot them all if you could absolutely satisfied in your crazy way this isn't make believe this is real life true you are in hate you simple hard working family man proclaimed conservative Christian Anglo brother blood on your soul come with me you can't refuse follow this path , it is yours you make it follow it through your children until it grows into death and destruction this is real kill for sand stand on your own grave oh Jerusalem war crimes fools and imbeciles war its self is a crime i prosecute you all nations sing your pretty songs stand defiant before God , justified,sanctified forgiven for killing the sleeping child and the house cat no stand now,this is yours drink this blood it is what you do peaceful and quiet just at the break of day, the trees are shrouded in mist suspended in time the moment stands before the thundering b52 slams into the hill exploding into a rolling fire ball I am a child then I am a child now begging you to understand what you do when you speak of hate open the gate loose this beast unleash this tempest this insanity transferred around the circle of time give in to this destruction, embrace this passion of love gone to hell behold I am yours who am I ? war hate that flings a child snatched from his mother's arms into a well and laughs you can not understand I am the new mother listening to the rain on the roof and looking in wonder at the new babe in my arms the night is quiet and peaceful the terrible heat is broken the air is cool and sweet you do not understand time falls into itself it is ,as it was,as it will be you decide I am before you in power and mystery I am not easy or pleasant no American reality television splatted with the blood of an Afghan bride would scream across the air waves into oblivion you can not comprehend (but you will) see the blood stained dress? the sad corpse ? the insane groom? and a room in hell for the architect of it? you don't get it yet? hello its your dollar and your collage grad your baby boy sent off to school at seventeen years old to be the next high priest of the Holy war he has His father"s sword in his hand the explosive vest on his chest your beautiful child all crazy with jihad you know he is yours they all will die today thank you weep for this sad sundown I see and so the profit is god kaboom it is done and I have run out of mercy awake and see feel the death you embrace in your complacency it is your sad song all the mothers and fathers concern is there for the children when they take them to the temple to be blessed or baptized and they dip them in the holy river or pass them over the backs of twenty cows all for the blessings of a good life property,love and peace a different song a different chant some expect to live again some forever no-one looks to die just like that on an airplane going home or to see grandmother darkness out the window on to the tarmac shot to make a point frozen in time suspended in the Nazi ice water survival duration experiment you shoved me under when i tried to get out of the brine pool the absolute moment held me in complete terror helpless dark came quietly floating down don't ask for forgiveness I wont to remember you only the sun singing on the river I could free you if I remember but I don't, it was to dark help me understand this I was nailing shingles on my barn Mary had fixed a nice breakfast we made love in the big feathered bed (she wanted to) any way, I was about to hammer a nail into a shingle when it went red and dark all was a ringing I remember falling into the hay rake the tongs run through me the wind out of the west had the smell of gun smoke on it I heard Mary scream what in the world? a snipers job is to kill he was a sympathizer so I shot him off his barn one less enemy fly before me wind of rage and revenge fly before me fire and gunshots fly the dreams of destruction turned into day light realities you stand and wonder how it came to this ? fly before me all the words aimed at twisting hearts of men, one against the other pay now the dance is over you will stand before the fire of truth and.... be seen no more I am every day and night I am every river and sea I am the wind I will not be silenced you will the wailing of the misery in the center of your brain may still your mouth you will see the sad eyed child Oh dreamers of Babylon wise men of Atlantis builders of pyramids and space shuttles formers of constitutions and writers of symphonies can you not figure this out? a sniper on a roof in Syria killed my teen age girl own this bullet who are you?????? tell me where it said in the Bible there will always be wars ? God is all powerful go figure You want to have your enemy Enemies make you into somebody you would not be without them both of you jump up and shout ,stand up and spit and curse spin your hatred into a mass of moving people out down and over the morning smells like death it is all yours God does not force this on you although you would like to think that something else is at work here it is you puny little men, puffed up proud women little oldsword wielding stone heaving talk show radiohosts you get it get it now!!!! its all the same you know it it smells like death and decay but it starts with patriotic songs and marching bands you must join in,the mother land calls you I bore you? I will engulf you! you will listen forever if need be awake I am alive and powerful beyond your measure I come to shake your world victory sweet victory the Huns are stopped we have won the North is triumphant we are independent the Spanish run like dogs victory today you don't want the price ? you don't want the truth of how hollow it all really is ? it is empty a shallow shell if victory is when someone makes new rules and builds new armies you will answer to them they will say "go kill ,and protect us" it is in our nations interest or a holy war or oil land or something like a line on a map but a little boy and girl will die their mother will weep for the rest of time the big strong men may get all dressed up in fancy uniforms long robes and vestments turbans and long silky beards and speak so elegantly of the heroes of the past and the sacrifices of soldiers his honor his Excellency his woopasness the President, your Holiness the general they meet in war councils in back rooms they plan with maps and figures they move little toy navys around and drop toy atomic bombs on a little toy flat world I have come to take them all to Hell the Hell that they construct one by one they will find me standing by the royal bed dog leash and collar in hand my twisted limbs and bleeding eyes are ,beyond a nightmare so you will now visit your handiwork I will own your mind your spirit cannot hide any longer PEACE has come to claim you as its own I am alive in the cosmic world of energies I will come weaving and darting dancing into your films singing in your music shouting in your streets I will reach up out of pictures in a book turn the corner in a city and you will see me face to face I will name you and claim you I will tell your children the truth they will be sick to know and wish to hide but you will not stop me with your guns and lies you can not because I am yours and I have the net and music and poets and artists to do my bidding I am no fantasy, look around listen you can feel me coming isn't it interesting that gold and lead are so similar ? they are both heavy and soft can be hammered very thin they both endure they also both kill they shatter the land empower the destroyers of peace they enslave and seduce I give you both for your last meal I tried to understand I studied and listened to the old men as they explained to me why I should go into the market and explode you can take everything away from me but you will not take my voice I did not see that I would know the infidel,from the faithful so I was told Alla would know I was given to martyrdom to do this work it was the path from the moment of my birth I was still pure having not even having known a woman I had yet to shed blood I was raised in THE way how else could it be that I stand in front of the council to make this video if not the will of Alla ? soon every direction I turn , leads down the alleyway into the market not towards my "self the old men approve they know the children whisper the woman press against me in the throng before prayers it grows quiet as I enter the best food is put before me it is the will of Ala the night is long and quiet sleep is a mean friend that only says hello and then leaves I pray and pray I read the Prophet's words Who am i? I am death bloody death People I am exploding you are screaming bleeding out in the street shredded thrown burning stumbling blind blinking out quiet jerking twitching death for the glory of God ? really? child of destruction you came to purify the world your vest wasn't so heavy "I was surprised " you tell me now "it was warm to the touch taken from its hiding place on the roof under the tiles it had a funny smell like something new it was wrapped around me and I felt it hold me in its grip its complete power and authority to kill was mine The little wire dangling was all it needed to call in the will of Alla from the cell phone the tile floor was clean and smooth from ages of bare feet orange and yellow,with blurred boarders the water was cool and smelled sweet so I washed my feet slowly I tell you my ears were ringing and I felt light and the tea they gave me was working I was very glad and knew this was the hour so down a back road went after I put on the Burke It seemed the will of Alla so I let this idea take me to the market and I walked into the crowd and an old woman looked right at me and cursed! she told me I was a fool and that you stumbled and swayed like a hash eater and to be gone................................. so....... I pressed the button and nothing happened it was the will of Alla the solders come down the ally way the crowd opened before them they looked like big insects with big black eyes and ant antenna, all hard edged and mean when they drew near I was lifted into the air just a little above them I saw the helmets fly off,their i big black eyes shatter I was a ringing bell ! then all was still but for the ringing and darkness it was done the old woman had a bolt buried deep in her skull another victory for Alla ? then you snapped my mind closed " I will pry it open with my bloody hands hide I will be behind you , laughing that way you know deny the truth and wake up with an old woman calling you come look into the hole in her head as she twists in the wind from the explosion she was your old grandmother gone to market to get some figs I know you must sit beside her corpse and count the maggots until I set you free that will be when the last story is told listen to this in every language watch it find its way out of the ancient darkness into the light of the moment you encounter the dark power of blind obedience to hate you have no excuse now ,no place to hide no old man to listen to no God, of forgiveness to lie for you you are the death in the valley now you are the fear and the rape some part of you will deny anything to do with Africa or Sudan or Mexico do you understand who I am? I am all of you who let them do the killing all you mothers brothers sisters and wives girl friends and fathers,uncles aunts and teachers preachers rabbi and mullahs who see them off and cry send them toothpaste and socks its their duty Who am I with my sad bleeding eyes to tell you its yours ? the evening news may help you run from the truth, they do this for you. it is is cold, ice is every where the door on the little shed swings on its leather hinges the goats are all gone, nothing moves but the swing of the door in the house the hearth is cold the chimney moans the old photograph looks down in silence at the sunlight in the dust on the table dinner places are still set the circles of light trace the bullet holes in the roof and walls in the spring the rats will finish cleaning the bones it was just a short five day war it was over in five minutes this scene is alive the screams will reverberate forever in the cold air as the old man clings to the old woman the goats roasted well over the fire made from the fence for mother Russia all of you will be contacted each in you own day Now I will not rest until every grave is opened and every wretched lie is put before you written so you can make no mistake what foolish nonsense brings me to this path you will know me the great gray battleship bathed in the early morning sunlight the long graceful sheer line towering guns tons of steel and brass all the drawings ,calculations machine figures ,builders and mathematical wizards configuration a massive undertaking for killing and destruction yes are we free from this no I see the memorial park,with its bombers and submarine it is beside the great ship in the sun the big jet fighter on the sign every one of you has the seed that grows this fruit of conflict let them gather the memories of reality war memorials should be awash in blood and shattered bones the sounds of burning drowning men All who gather around, and listen to the fire starters those crafty speakers who begin the killing with simple words will see the blood that dribbles down their chins as they build their wars your eyes will see now I will get behind your mind and illuminate the screen if you have read this it is done you may laugh and trash the page then you will see it is yours you gave it to your children the world has ton es of this junk all the schools that were not built hospitals that did not happen missiles ,biochemical warfare labs ,lazier ray particle cannons ....3 billion a linear rail projectile accelerator a few more microwave ultra distance brain cookers they all cling to me they are a moving mountain of artillery pieces,airplanes,and ships factory upon factory bombs bullets and land mines the forges and anvils to hammer out all the bloody tools of war, as far as the eye can see they pile up in all direction I will give you a memorial ! a mountain of bones as big as the moon to shine down on you at night your leaders should have a rotten stinking nest of vipers snapping at your leaders heads when they talk of war you holy men these fires you should be most afraid blood will come as tears,from your eyes for all of your cunning lies I am truth I will slay you the nightmares will begin they will dance in your heads as you pray people will fear your eyes they will despise your face you will not hide from me the good people will shout you down the righteous the kind the wise they will shut you away in a desolate land to live your lives out no longer the slayers of peace loving people I am shaking your world snarling across your land hero time is over reality is pain,death destruction all the crazy requests please universe join in help us win this war kill I will give you that answer now open the door to a stranger who will not leave until the last warrior tribe is gone the lie is untold we got the boy a dog his mama thinks I won't let him walk behind me I will see where he goes and follow in his steps he loves the dog they slept together the first night and he follows his dog carefully and there are forgotten mines mama forgot about them for boy and dog it was love mother saw the explosion she ran past the bloody spot and up the mountain she sleeps in the deep valley floor the wolves had a fine meal yesterday my prison Guard told me now there is only grief so quiet ,so complete time stands still when we danced in the moon light when we laughed at the babies smiles we planted the spring garden we moved the goats up the mountain we did not know the war had started it will never end it can not be undone it is your war blistering wretched pain beyond hell complete insanity to turn on my own wife and son slay them in their bed while they looked at me in terror I was in Afghanistan when it began I knew the moment it snapped the boy danced as the bullets hit him wrong place wrong time wrong move collateral damage he jerked and twisted on the ground I shot him once more still as the sun the day stands fixed forever I am here something came undone I was turned lose to run wild I turned and walked away to my childhood the cold river in summer swimming and fishing, the mist on the river at dawn my father and uncle,cooking breakfast fish and grits the sandy beach in the bend the sip of whiskey in the evening, the fire turned to starlight explosions ripping into me smashed down with unearthly pain the boy and I bleeding in the alley departed this world he did not return, I did now I stand looking at the bloody bed you can smell death in your very air war I am in your children s eyes they ask why? You tell them to save the world or claim our peoples land...... on both sides our people have been hating and fighting for generations foolish monkey nonsense I stand and hold the hand of a thousand dead children they are your pretty work mister war master rocket builder sitting in the basement packing the powder drilling out the plate, setting the timing fuse putting in the nuts and nails if only you had a bouncing Betty War is made by the hands of men their minds at an accepted insane occupation A quiet land awaits you it is an absolute mind numbing consuming hate it awakens you in the night it is thrilling , powerful your eyes snap open your senses race every whisper of sound is amplified the distant twinkle of a light,moving who is coming ? the tracer rounds come in first the smash of glass and wood, a thousand rounds slam you fear and hate have done their job up against the wall in tattered shreds the map explains it hate grabs you, it takes everything else away you now belong to the white robed fantasy of the clan around the fire light, same subject, hate crazy fire cross , some super twisted idea of Christmas it was the day when we got the telegram or mother wept in her own mother's arms the young bride, the baby in the crib she was quiet,such a good child Vietnam waited for him come one come all, see the American civil war its an adventure it is eve so interesting we will re in-act it for you come with me and die on a sun lit afternoon with a musket ball between our eyes you are simple history at 15 years of age you marched out of town confederate son blond and proud, defending the idea that to keep slaves is just it said so in the Bible? Where? there will always be wars lovely wars full of complete insanity says who? you think this is a gift of God, Alla, Buddha,Yaw-aye,Bozo the clown ? step down sir ! Madame! accept your stupid idea it is all yours choke on it No I wont leave this alone I am at you and your machinery you cunning little death dealing lairs spitting slobbering rabble risers I will drag you kicking and screaming out of my city you know the one on the hill? I will set you among your own kind you may tear each other to shreds with your own hands I will laugh as the universe consumes you as it does all useless things fools, you will be done with and we can live in peace but just to be fair gone as you may be you must still listen forever this one small child that stands quietly beside her mother and left raped and broken she is yours tomahawk ? cruse missile? Ak47? lance? stone? wish then one dead son one dead brother one person at a time,decides to go down this road a reason revenge loyalty to the king, a noble" I do" for freedom when the words are written in blood there is no end I will not let you go I will not let you say nothing you see I am death and in your day , with plenty of help from of hate and fear I will walk your streets and lanes even in foolish Ireland who do you hate ? the Christ Child ? simple sad killing meanness you morons look at what you accept passing on from one young person to another, songs of hate, hate is a demonic force hate is an inanity a mental illness the twisted man will get beside you and make you hate him it is the food and drink of war it is the real substance if a profound reality red blood is all you see the smashing of the skull and the twitching body a passion such a fools trap! so long ago for no reason save destruction it became yours but it isn't whole it is broken bits and pieces of childhood and home it is hunger and cold its dyslexia and cant count or read or spell perhaps it has a a twisted face War calls the outcast to something real it gives the lonesome people companions the insane a world they can understand be gone but I tell you I see the insanity and so perhaps I shall quietly leave you ? it is your own, your miserable mess left alone you brood ,plan and talk until the fire burns the whole city all set against me will fail because I am truth, The interlocking violence grows by day and in nights blindness is the sun on the desert at noon I am sullen, yet resolved to see this wicked duty done it will be so easy The Turks have no reconnaissance that I am even in the theater I come in from Damascus , over a forth night only starlight and sand saw me the bridge was brought down the rails were wrecked the locomotive and the cars plunged in a graceful arc into the river Valley all was fire and explosions we watched as the raiders go down,the children and mothers ,who were bound out of harms way mix the blood with the fire to put a sickly sweet smell on the air you think you have me stopped some how,how can this be? so you continue this lie to mankind I am alive I stand against you test me the worst is the blindly stupid mean people eat them up like sugar I will strip this to the bone the fire of the innocent will haunt you the true hero never fired a shot or stabbed or hung any one they stood naked while correction officers washed them down electric shocks ravished their bodies and consumed their minds they rotted in open fields and at the bottom of wells you will never know them they will never see their children or sit at dawn with a cup of coffee try to understand, they belong to you don't just get up go about your day and deny this dig to a deeper understanding get it that you make a choice!!!! what will it be ? I stand before you in my bloody robes, come with me now and kill the innocent by accident as if they cared if you meant to or not I am wailing dervish in your mind I am at you I am alone I am old as time I know you do not see I must gather the dead but i will not leave sing old Jerusalem,sing to the old jaw bone you will not put down whisper to Africa it is the way that it is ,to kill and be killed explain it in long books to your children give them toy guns and swords hunter drone video games teach them the words,war is the way it is forever it said so in the bible welcome the bloody hand I offer you in Chile rip the world apart in Mexico you hear me,you who do the killing know how quietly I come slipping down the ally in the early morning tomorrows child will not understand you they will hear me,they will see me clearly they will put away this suit of foolishness words are noise music is the voice of the universe they will sing strange songs of peace they will love one another ,turning away from this inheritance of hate they will take the stone out of your hand bury the jaw bone rebuke the wicked speaker I sing to you all as you sleep I weave a tapestry of dreams I claim you at last, now you must listen and know,you can only deny me,but it is hollow the cloud is stripped away blood will run from every war machine you will understand death will be written on all the fancy hate speeches truth will spring up like grass your grand temples of lies will go empty replaced by music in the streets the guns will be a curse,damning the holder a black hart defined and sent away we do not need you killer folk leave us we are thousands by thousands now awake rising up out of our graves to tell you enough no more give your children peace God has no name to enter into a contract to do Gods killing is absolute and total foolishness it is your own sick will you follow I see you in your long robes and vestments your bloody knives hidden in your books of love lairs and fools little squirmy maggot men feeding on the rot of power you can not hide ,I will rid the earth of you to be banished and forgotten understood for the fools you are planters of hate and destruction filth comes from your mouths quickly like fire in dry woods I leap and spread you will know me well now you who know I am here you kind and loving people of the world your tears have awakened me,rejoice and sing bring down the foolish killing clowns that claim your world take the sword away calm the angry child bury all the bullets deep in the well of reconciliation it can be done you have a voice now,it spreads like wild fire pull the child back from the twisted hate your parents gave you under stand the muddy grave and bloody toys for the children of your enemy are yours also turn away I bring you the power to love there was no understanding it, no reason the men came into the village,we welcomed them fed them on the third day they came back pointing their guns at us,they made the men and boys stand in a line I can still hear the long scream of my mother the loud slap bang of the guns rang out the men and boys fell,trying to crawl away eyes like you never want to see looking ,looking at us ,help us blood they burned the lodges and shot all the dogs and horses mother tried to run with me in her arms but they broke her with their long knife I am Apache my mother lies on top of me dead I am yours its a half track interrogation in Vietnam the whoosh,pop when we ran over them with the half track the heads popped like watermelons still they never spoke ,just vomited and shook we killed them all one by one later that year the war was over or was it? I can not find the quiet,I still hear the pop of the skull I am yours the blood runs out of the pile of money all the fancy factory folks ,making all the tools of war the money piled high in the banks of the fat men greasy weasels from hell war is good to them it feeds them well ,they drink your blood I am the poison of rage I am in your belly I blind you and twist your mind,I move your feet to walk the path of death pull the bow back let the arrow go fling into destruction all that is holey,burn the innocent in their beds you will understand me now you will feel the ice cold brine oh civilization,,what an extraordinary lie contingency of savages with pretty toys and minds of swine seen by the distant eye, as no more than insects ravishing a blue green planet Made in the image of God... think again this is ridicules nonsense what God would tear himself to shreds,and brag about it? know the song with out words will fill the air a soft and forgiving rain will fall it will be peaceful and still at dawn I will come quickly to awake your acing hart a new time you must turn the page past revenge let the boarders just be silly lines on paper the laws should be fair and simple,keeping people free before this however one on one,deliberately in every quiet corner of consultation turn away from warfare,reject it it is only death and more war cascading misery and abuse no do not join the armies or rebels or drug soldiers in amazon mobster glory
don't ride through the hot steamy night with your shot gun looking to kill a gypsy or sit on the Mexico border itchy finger power scope high velocity bullet,pull it trigger kill a wet back for fun crazy people who are you? I feel you I can feel your hollow harts your burned out minds confusing sex and death blind excitement of killing like a game For my country the young man proudly said yes I would die,for my country no for the war tool factory the big airplane builders Humvee missile dealers and sword sellers land stealer and holey war mobsters they are all the same bunch yours look you right in the eye they raised you up and told you God is on your side its gods war! its your war, friend,it has never been won it gets quit ,then comes boiling back not between good and evil all the evil wins,measure a good by the evil it serves,and weep just the pure sad sickness of selfish men all around the men fall shattered and bloody the gunners rejoice no one,on any side,lived out that day they all lost every thing to insanity it is yours to continue or to stop with your voice one on one I came with the magic lantern pictures of the front the ladies faint and weep some vomit their brave handsome men turned to ragged cloth and hollow eyed skulls I took the pictures my self the woman hit me with their fists say it isn't true oh God no the war to end all wars still continues now France and Germany bomb labia,who take machine gun trucks and shoot children when thy get in the way the wild eyed killers keep your world bleeding take them,bound,to a high walled garden close the gate for ever let them live out their lives among the flowers and the vegitables let them consider the blue sky they will pass away,dissolving their twisted minds for ever quiet now I will gather them for you now,with many hands and quick feet you know who they are steal the bullets while they sleep they will awake naked in the garden you will understand as it is done I am those who stood before the counsel and said no we must not send them arms,only to be shouted down I am those who refused to join only to be banned from the family table,run out of town I am all the book writers and poets who tried to tell you open our eyes the music makers and dancers the lone man standing in front of the tank the Buddhist monk on fire in the street do you remember me? I poured gasoline over my own head it soaked into the orange robes turning them dark it was cold and sweet smelling then another gallon run all down my back onto the road the day was sunny and clear,no breath of air stirred some people in the marked stopped and looked to see I am war I looked out the air was wavy when I lit the match the world swayed and danced the fire felt like ice water the sky rang like a thousand bells I sat down in the melting tar I am among you now remember me standing naked before dawn in the federal prison u.s.a. little man who refused to kill the fire hose knocked me down and chilled me to the bone every morning they called it a shower I wrote books to try to show you I lived to show you it is your choice one at a time it is your words spoken in ernest, what do you teach the young? they trust you who do you give them for enemies? who will you send them to killI will stand beside you, a bloody skull and bones while you rand and rage,fanning the fires of hate I will mark you for ever for those who will know you You...all the mean nasty tonged power eaters, twitchy cockeyed bullies I am right behind you you will come with me to wonder the waste land among the thorns you can feel me now ,watching you you know who you are I will fly so to root you out,burn your tongues from your nasty little mouthes wicked words are the beating harts of evil not some fallen angel,in far below hell but right in the mouths of men the poisoned brains of crafty little parasites in suits and ties,turbans and robes yapping and yacking double spin talk politicing preaching fools your words will stumble now your suits of armor will become clown suits you will be seen for who you really are I am moving now, finding light and power,song and mystrie I will take a thousand shapes I will be the child and the old woman the mist on the lake my eyes will burn with truth and compassion my words will be a raging wind across your mind all of you who welcome me know me, are of my family I will give you courage and peace the earth shakes and the sun boils the fires in the bowls of the planet spin faster I arrive all bloody and torn,every wicked thing done ,remembered the power of death on my brow I am yours now the early morning hours know the sleepless ones out on the winds of isolation and fear you will feel them the old photograph will fill your eye , it will tell you stories you would deny It is absolutely beautiful thousand times ten, marching in quick step perfect timing the thundering sound echoing off the tall buildings the heavy leather boots,drumbing out the power the roar of the crowd,as wave after wave of brave young men march every one a mothers son you can not speak for the sound of the bombers flying low no one can stop us it is so beautiful the bayonets glint in the sun like a thousand stars,our power reaches to heaven the very ground trembles as they pass on the last day How do you send and spend all these young peoples lives?t they trust you and love you,and believe you they stand proud for you all of you on all sides men who set up the war rooms,and store rooms reasons and lies,all in equal measure no less let the killing begin How can you have so many mosks and churches?,temples and shrines mother mary and budda,side by side your swords and guns rattle like so many bones bombing vests hidden in your harts as you pray your devil laughs at you you do not pray,that is to listen,no you brag of your righteousness (I would be carefull if I were you) if you talked with the universe you would know beyond a question I am yours ,your mean little human idea dont blame the deep stary night and bright sunny day for your foolishness I am standing in your door with a box of truth you must open you have no choice I am in your world alive and real I am the very air you breath I can twitch and distort whole civilizations I come from beyond time,you will listen little men little killing gready selfish power hungry glint eyed devils Evry last one turns and looks behind you know if you see them I know you, and you will listen Its the hour of the dreaming the holly quiet hour before dawn the wind sends the sands streaming across the road I can see it in the headlights we fly down the highway,racing before the sunrise can expose our dust the smell of the explosives is strong God is great we will strike them quickly now we see the convoy,they are starting out Emell did his work well we will meet them at the crossing praise to god to day we will be in heaven I am now with my brother Arom in a sea of fire burning gasoline and oil,thundering clouds of black smoke and flames the air is full of bullets,the windows exploded in,I see the sun just on the edge it is done it is quiet save for the crackle of the fire every where and the sounds of the dying Your heavens gate won't swing open any more the hinges are rusted with blood and the lock was shattered by a bomb the gate keeper fled he saw the angry mob with bloody hands clambering to get in dragging the burnt dismembered corps their trophy of hate behind them.. they all want into walk the road of justification the road is paved with words,thousands apron thousands of words in every script ,I have read them all I do not find love among them now you will be left to read them all,when you find love you will be free the light makes a tunnel through the mountain of darkness the royal 303 Enfield round makes a tunnel through the skull and brain of Gandies salt maker they stood with out moving they are here to tell you now you do not need to kill to overcome the royal 303 Enfield did not save the empire your guns and bombs and pentagons won't save you now your exploding vests are only sadness and loss some ones beloved father mangled in the bleeding air Oh Demaskas ,smell the death of ages put away your swords God loves mercy above all else who poisons the well of life now I will take the children away from this endless misery of killing I take the poet and the singer the lovers, farmers,sheperds all the quiet peaceful and kind are in my eyes I know them ,you will leave them you will be driven from them every mother will send you out every lover make you decide guns or love,you can not have both no child should be burned alive in his mothers arms ,caught in the cross fire of fools The deep dark eyes of the horses always calmed me as a child I would go to the stables to be among them powerful and beautiful,trained for war steady and calm under fire the sound of cannon and screaming shells don't stop the head long charge the machine guns rattle .they stumble headlong as the slugs rip into them legs and harts shatterd the cries of these noble beasts join in with the ecos of death of other thousands down through time they thunder past me ,shattered ghastly specters.. the nightmare you have made their love and trust betrayed by lance and shot wild eyed they try to stand and do your twisted will their innocence will sing to you in the wind you will feel this sadness in your bones The authorities decided to declare war,they talked it over sat down and wrote it out the senators voted to send hell a gift of justification an expensive gift the money pours into the fiery pit of destruction instead of education,medicine,homes, comfort for the old,food ,for the hungry we get death and misery I am standing beside you as you sign the papers you give them your allegiance you do not know as to the misery you embrace your very breath is theirs the age old deception of final victory It is not grace that reduces ideas and conviction to the force of arms it is the ugly nature of dominating men who are allowed power by subservient woman who cry out when the men and boys march off to distruction Oh mothers you now have the courage and power the understanding alive in your minds and harts clasp hands across the burning sands,high mountains and deep seas in the cities and towns, out in the wild places Know the time has come to stand together o shout together ,to weep together Tell the brute no You can not have our children for your horrid sport! of blood shed and destruction If they are not killed ,they kill scattering death and hate like seeds in an evil wind I am you ,daughters of light take the world back Good kind peaceful men true men fathers who protect all children and elderly respect all life men with quiet eye sand sweet music in there minds men who plant and harvest, give the earth tender care these men are yours ,they will join you to sing in a new reality it is yours now So often the day has drawn closed with only more sadness and death who needs this sad world to keep spinning? some one gains some power What is this power? do they think they can wrestle it from God? perhaps shine for ever? So you wish to force your way,your religion your sad demands of hate and exclusion on the rest of us it can not be done who told you? they knew the mind of creation? are you so sure The creator of the universe? the whole thing?you know what creation wants? to wage war? are you willing , ready and able you not creation but you and your little spitting clutching leader low class demonic harmonics of hate energy suckers parisights in a fit of of destruction distorted ego fanatic junkies No You will not continue to bring the world into conflict don't allow guns in the house,don't allow them in your temples or your schools hospitals,collages hearts and minds dont build land mines don't build bombs explain that it is sad hart breaking work it leads to the death and wounding of the innocent and unsuspecting children simply give these tasks back to the oblivion from wich they came some one, every one turn away from bloody money there are so many things armies can do,besides wage war wage peace rebuild villages ,schools roads bridges hope and hospitals solve a thousand thousand small problems educate and love the orphans,don't make more build homes and dig wells so many good things to do ,dance in the village ,rejoice love ....peace You must open your eyes to see ,you must have courage you must learn the power of love now it is here ,it is alive ,it is real see all of you every day people you must agree,around the world,now you can and you can one on one or two and three thousand jump and shout sing ...peace as a flood grows from so many rain drops the streams and rivers fill, be a thousand voices find a thousand ways make bombs that just stink narcotic bullets that just induce sleep use nonviolent force ,take the hate and put it away bring your solders home put away your jehad you know sin when you see it let people be just and kind understand mental illness and protect those who suffer use your science to make the barren places green,the sun will give you all you need I am deep and real,peace can and will be done no, don't even think to quiet this storm I bring it is a rampage ,a rampage on the waters twisting and turning among the waves of conflects YOU WAR DEVILS MUST UNDERSTAND your time is at an end you would settle this matter if you could but kill it it won't be killed it is alive I will give you the thunder and the light,you will see this ,once and for all War is foolishness gather your selves to run to desolate places and engage in combat with stones you bloody fools for your spirits you have the souls of the lost leave us I am done,you will be gone one on one one and all all be gone(three times) say it, pray it I know you don't need me now you have things to do money to be made elections to be won wars to wage You do not need the voice of fire burning up your lies reasons for the death and distraction you use to be who you are stand down and know,i am at you you do not need me to free your slaves of ideology and fear you do not need me to free your woman and children from hunger and fear but I will You laugh and snort at this check your back door your attic your celler your mind is unsure,you are mine your greed and meanness will eat at you until there are only bones and those bones will be mine to feed the trees and flowers such sweet children will spring from the union of lovers one and all children of peace and love gather now the winds of change and understand the power that stands before you listen and follow you will not be alone ,but you may feel completely alone your voice will ring in the mid night and at sunrise know you will be heard it will be thunder in the ears of the children of the new age they will move I am at best a mystery,at worst forgotten I am as real as the rain and pain of a dying lad in the royal gard,with abullet in the gut for Gods sake GET IT to build a lasting peace know your enemy needs peace also know his children deserve peace also at least agree you are enimes and want to kill each other But should not subject each others families to this nonsense at least stop spilling blood shout and spit,but do it at a safe distance give the day to peace,give the day to quiet reconciliation at least ,very least ,still the words of hate and dreams of bloody revenge ,they are poisen a hart consumed with revenge and hate has no room for love only love brings life give the day to the children,young and very old the lovers and dancers music makers and cooks know that you and your enemy will blow away as dust in the wind of time for ever forgotten your hate is only wasted lust your love of power only wasted love gather your day to build a shelter or dance or make music sing in the kitchen and cook a bigmeal put down your gun go find a home ,or make a home bring peace to a troubled place Listen to me listen to the deep night sky the thundering sea listen to the bird song feel the blistering sun out in the desert places see the dark river of blood you pour on to this world with your wars smell the death on the wind coming down out of time What have you given when you give war? nothing you could have given some other way save death distraction and misery it is all done ,gone waste Feel me feel the blast in the face of the girl child looking out the window is this the chance you really want to take? its your voice or silent acceptance that lets the fools play all of them,listen to them talk of international forces forces? fathers sons daughters blood and fear or the bad guise ,the other all of you make the world sick you so believe you are the ones on gods side listen to the crying of the children and weeping of the parents the peaceful vally ringing with gunfire you are so determined to fly at one another Listen to the lie over and over it is told God wants this You are the evil constructed of selfish power hungry men all of you togeather listen to the sun towel the new moon the quiet passing into evening every day is especial lesson learned ask what alone can give you answer, time with god don't bother me with explanations of why why dosnt change the death and destruction into bread and whine you still hold a bloody sword All the people who let them build wars one on one ,on both sides listen to the rain it will tell you the truth finish (Feel free to copy this and pass it on and or use it on stage or in film)
I want to add some of my opinion to this only because I like this piece. You kept me enthralled as I read this to myself out loud. It is too long, I am not suggesting it be shortened, but rather broken down into several parts, each a separate poem unto themselves. Your writing is very good as it vividly describes your ideas. I do believe organizing it into stanzas would give it a certain rhythm thus granting it more power. Just one Man's opinion. Welcome to the Café.
I am sixty two years old, An older man now with eternal youth for love of life , I am interested in every thing, my main objective in life is to bring world peace through leadership solutions and awar.. more..