TRIP ---- WIRE
The torrential rains incessantly pounding.
The dogs of war lead the point man.
Relentlessly and unconditionally the point man moves forward.
In a fierce fire-fight the mind is dismembered.
The catastrophe in its abundance is unflinching.
Caught in a rain of blood old beyond there years.
Sheer pain pierces its velocity.
Soldiers collapsing from gaping wounds.
Raw bleeding wounds from the fury of killing.
The savage ferocity of carnage leaves its morbid slaughter.
Grizzly sordid wrenches rampage within my voyage.
The dungeon of uncontrollable fear locks the very core of my essence.
Oh war ---- take my breath i beseech you.
From the very depths of hell there is no reprieve.
There are only crimson rainbows after the storm.
Hearing the drums of war i have listened to them well.
For death lies asleep at my side.
I can feel a bullet languishing in the distance for me.
What are my senses telling me?
I can hear him from the distance.
I can smell the essence of him i am about to kill.
I can taste the perfume of his blood.
I can see him/
Death ---- has touched him as he looks into my unfaltering eyes.
Merry Christmas brings its blanket of snow blindness.
In this cold and wintry place i have found my masquerade.
I am lost in the white wilderness.
Santa Claus knows i am alive. [ HA HA ]
Inflicted apparitions are not shrouded.
Sorrow sings in the desolation of desires.
I have tasted the bitter fruit.
Escaping in the dazzling euphoria of the dragon.
In the exhilaration deep colors of purple ---- silver ---- and gold mingle.
Clouding everything numbing the pain.
For a moment in time a splendid calm floats.
I wonder if this is all just an endless dream.
The serpent bestows his stark nakedness.
The harpoon holds no gold.
Of war and euphoria a toxic blend remains.
Tracers light up the still heavens.
Lurking beneath this beautiful canopy is death.
Punji pits and mine-fields guard the horizon.
Bodies crawling without limbs.
Gangrene gnaws its ghastly amputations.
The long forgotten soldiers paralyzed to there wheel-chairs.
Rolling in the quicksand of blood.
They have paid their fare traveling to no where.
The heart will never heal while it still beats.
The clandestine tunnels clamor their rendezvous.
Distorted images of claustrophobia.
Rained with terror chaotic mazes appear.
Napalm scorching its devastating fire.
Running bodies screaming aflame.
Through the napalms heated glare.
Dying cries ripping through the crackling embers.
Trapped in the smell of blood and death.
The smell horrifyingly tramples my senses.
Through the endless days and nights of gore my mind is flushed.
Wrestling with the demons of war.
Terror grabs and holds tightly.
Death is coiled and waiting.
The renegades are running rampant.
From dawn to twilight terror reins.
From the lasting visions my eyes are bleeding.
The ring of bleached bones is seen in the twilight.
Imminent tragedies exorcising my demons.
Fear the silent killer screams within.
Hidden in my soul are the silent memories.
The demons of darkness come to laugh at me.
Death squeezes firmly its ghastly grip.
My wrath revives its savage snare.
My mind is on the brink of destruction.
Unraveling permanently etched phantoms of war.
Death hangs in the air loudly.
The unquenchable rancor between silences.
The blood weeps at night.
The killing fields are frozen in time.
Agent Orange ravenously eats a wide path.
The avalanche of foliage vanishes.
The silken thread of death strangulates the heroes slowly.
The body bags still plague these unsung heroes.
In the wind dog tags sing and dance their chimes of death.
Shackled in pain twisting through eternity's corridors of time.
There is no supremacy in killing for we all ride the tornado.
The brutality of war has no dancing partners.
The reaper comes in the blindness of night to sing its song of death.
The battlefields from yesteryear are vividly revealed.
The nightmares toil in there never ending spiral.
Irrevocable horrible scenes consume.
Monsters with grotesque patterns run rampant.
In the unspoken words with broken feelings.
Ancient agonies claw and gather from the years.
Dreams raging with no escape.
I can fling my rage along silent winds.
Silently screaming through unending tears of scary nights.
In hell the full rush of blood splatters.
The crimson river of silence rushes by.
In the treachery of blood it will be written.
The shroud of silence weeps.
The burning tears veiling my anguished eyes.
The death shadows crush and consume its prey.
In the fathom of my abyss tired warrior's rest.
For them i have stood guard upon death and won.
The fallen have been to the apex of war.
In this war of attrition the killing and dying was all done in vain.
Freedom majestically blowing in the wind wrapped in atrocities.
The chains of freedom bind them.
Demanding demons smothering the darkness.
In the dark i cowered ---- and cringed ---- but i survived.
Gallantly or cowardly all death are of the same sound.
In lasting tears of torment once we were all young.
How can we understand?
Who will know the horror they have seen, and endured?
In the silent buried nightmares the tears wait.
In the circumference of it all time will take its toll.
The killing zone stands mute.
My eyes are bleeding/
Where are the wizards to vanish the torment?
How loud is the silence that pours down from hell.
With the breathing of dawn old men were born.
With the light of morning coming darkness erupts once again.
OH ---- DEATH ---- hit the TRIP WIRE/
Caged in the emptiness of strange despair.
Shadows lay in the desolation of his eyes.
Gaunt hollow faces with sunken eyes thread in limbo.
In their cell silently weeping alone.
In the stillness of solitude their tears are frozen to the bone.
Pain stalks in and ravages them well.
He is still a prisoner of war tormented by visions.
In his solitude suffering the years of torture.
The reaper is waiting with his silent breath.
In the separation his mind will not surrender.
In the isolation of chains where is the freedom.
In his prison cell he has waited to be found.
Still in the hour-glass of eternity they wait.
These brothers have danced upon the devil's rainbow.
From years gone by of forgotten places.
Where is the honor promised to faded names.
As they ride into the tomb of the Unknown Soldier/
What will be written in the winds?
They ran the marathon falling short.
The years are gone now.
The passages of History have been written and covered with time.
Where is the dignity of this legacy?
Destiny will never surrender to what is written.
When we cross the white line ---- will there be triumph in war/
History was not there///
Staring out into the darkness.
The darkness draws close.
Blackness falls without sound.
The time is very dark and gloomy.
Doom shatters the silent night.
The silence from out of the darkness roars.
The trembling distance rumbles.
In the void of darkness the devil's time lingers.
The ghostly bones of darkness ride the blackness.
Dark foreboding shadows touching the shadowy edges.
Darken silhouettes stand kissing the night.
In the shadows that posses the night.
Wrapped in this barren land of unseen enemies.
In the cover of blackness they walked.
My thunderous heartbeat echoes in between my breathing.
My mind rides the ghost trails in the bewitching hours.
In my jungle cage a frenzy nightmare wails.
There are hidden places without mercy swarming.
A kaleidoscope of ghost dancers emerges.
The night explodes like a shattering dream of glass.
War brings its own banquet to feast upon.
Drifting through the dreams of time.
Looking back in the night of blackness.
Innocence is lost in the broken years of youth.
Journeying into the domain of unknown sorrows.
Waking with heartaches from memories of the past.
Impinging memories that traverse across dark skies.
Memories flowing at night triggering the stench of blood.
The ghost creeps into my dreams.
Shattering the stillness the wicked hiss is heard.
The bullets flashing its lightning.
Screams echoing unheard from the distance.
Leaving behind the frightened and lonely.
All that is left is the sadness in their eyes.
Where did the innocence go?
A cold wind seeks its cutting.
Or the frozen souls bound to there nightmares.
The torment of hell is unabated.
In this dark night trembling screams resound.
Oh ---- hear the mournful cries/
The rhythm of death is breathing.
I have walked through the valley of death and survived.
As the wall beckons/
We brothers travel in bondage on a pilgrimage.
From within this wall echoes whisper.
The stains have lingered from crimson tears falling upon this wall.
Showing reflections in the quiet stone of granite.
A soldier stands in his shadow before the wall.
In remembrance that transcends time and space.
The wall engulfs my soul.
At the wall my tears fall as the names merge into one.
The names of eternity will always echo.
Before this grave etched in black granite i am humbled beyond words.
My heart venture to a place beyond the tears.
The morning is quiet and somber.
Wrapped in respect and honor.
The monoliths now stand at attention.
After all these years who sleeps with you.
Who lies buried at your feet?
In the graveyard of memories epitaphs are written in blood.
Blood has consecrated this common ground.
My journey wanders into the valley of heroes.
There are tears that have fallen through the years upon this soil.
The sounds of war are quiet now.
In the silence faces caress my sight.
On far reaching battlefields brothers stand to mourn you.
We can still hear the voices across the years.
For those that fought and those that died.
We are the band of brotherhood of sorrow and death.
Memories in there vigilance never vanish.
We ghostly band of brothers' guard your nightmares.
Brothers and Sisters have gathered.
Mothers' and Fathers' will not weep alone/
The coffins laid side by side cover the earth.
When will the last death be written?
As the storm clouds gather and the rain comes down.
This will be your last journey.
The black curtain paints its finality.
The ground devours the coffins.
My brothers are marching in silent cadence now.
Time has not withered forgotten faces of long ago.
Taps ring through the air.
The melody reverently brings mournful sounds reverberating in time.