When you reach the crossing of wane and wax And turn left on the right hand road A deaf man will be hearing birdsong And a mute humming sweet song low Their treble clefts will fill the air And the sea witch cries of things she lacks And monkeys swoop from gas lamps above With treasure on their hairy backs
Ode to open season in the sea Where mermaids swim to Galilee Swift red orphans paint the gravel sidesteps And tornados rip the sky Shake the Earth like Nephalim Sing, ye sweet Cherubim Find tigers in your blind spots From Bengal rugs and oriental pots You will find at the market way Fall deep in love with the sky above And only whisper during May
The river doves are ripe as rush The fly fish are all feathered Come ye faithful denizens to Discuss the imminent weather Blithe as nail and smooth as tooth The Cherokees sear the horse's tether And Poseidon's monsters rush out like flu To trample all of swan footed you There is no promise in a word But crystal chimes and charcoal blacks So tell the sea witch what you want When you reach the crossing of wane and wax
Oppressive winds carried among the nightfall sky Aloneness dried the atmosphere Infection slips in windows Romantic thinking numbers sleep time Henry vanished before military return His satchel keeping love letters Photographs that presented wounds But his march was a necessity Power from simple handguns land on mission's soil Tunnels presented dead grunts from the high rising fire A week after his love brought her life
Children often remember Kelley Killing stress with magazines, empty men and brandy shots Her breasts pounded for days But her heart was fatigue That cross patted her neck which carried black mysteries Lips that presented silence A beloved brown made up new most days
Guys often kissed her squeezing out security Dangerous men fancied her Some laughed like they understood Said they would fill their hats of other "working" women making new found glory through washed up love
She said my handgun holds power presented at my feet: One shot to feel the dead That shot remembered every night before bed
Military Convoys, Detention Centers (Terrible Times, They Are Near)
Dear Dave Hodges,
My husband is an Army Reservist in Michigan. He is home this weekend after training at Camp Grayling. He know that I am writing to you but please don't use our names. His unit is training in the processing of Americans into detention camps. He was told by his CO that they would be processing American actors posing as American citizens. Part of their training was the removal and disposal of dead bodies. My husband said he will not participate when the time comes to do so. Please keep getting the word out Dave you are making a difference.
Hello Dave! ВЂ¦There has been quite a bit over the past couple months as would be expected with Jade Helm. I've seen many convoys of various types on I-40 and I-17 as well. Camp Navajo at Belmont between Flagstaff and Williams has had a lot of extra activity also. I don't know if anyone else north of you has mentioned any of this but it is getting quite frequent around here. Thank The Lord Jesus I'm washed in His blood! God Bless!
Mr. Hodges, I was traveling on Interstate 81 in Virginia this past weekend and spotted this military convoy at a rest stop right before exit 264 on 81. After getting back on the highway, I also encountered another convoy on the road... Use these pictures as you see fit.
I spent 5 years of my life in the US Army I got to travel around the United states during my time I also traveled in Europe and Asia My trip started in New York City I then traveled to New Jersey and Maryland My next stop was in Oklahoma I then found myself in Germany and Italy From there I went to Dhahran, Saudi Arabia Iraq was my hardest stop of all I have been in battle, I mean war I lived my life in fear My mind was never so clear My trip of life ended in California These were great years of my life I wouldn't change a thing about time in the US Army Military life was good to me
Old men walk slowly Back down the road Emerge out of a war Fought in their youth When blood was up And spirits high Cooled now in memories Long distant away Many only walk As far as the edges And stop at the cemetery gates Unable to go further Turn and return to their graves
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Author: nivek
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Date: 15/11/2019
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All Things Military
I used to love all things military Because they seemed so romantic. The stories, the movies, the songs, the pride And even the tears. Looking back on it, I cringe at my naГЇveto. Silently, I close the books, Turn off the TV and radio And run from the tears that aren't so romantic after all.
Military times Will briefly pay honor to yesterday's heroes it is good to think about our boys I think this will help first to a place that was home for Eight months Fritichie air field over in back of fort Ord by Monterrey it was small but it had about three giant hangers and some of the Guys had those roadsters the long one's that they use parachutes to stop them they tested them on the tarmac then the Walters Crash truck this behemoth carried a driver and six man crew the tires were six foot high it had a water cannon on top swiveled three Hundred and sixty degrees a four inch nozzle that shot water and with the flip of a switch a mixture of foam two hundred feet And you would empty fifteen hundred gallons of water in fifty nine seconds but we turned it into a snow maker you had this back Drop of California climate palm by the fire house fanned palms in the yard but we pulled up in front at the side and cut loose starting at The farthest point in front of the wall that housed our sleeping quarters mixed with foam we laid foam four feet deep all the way out to The tarmac there you go white Christmas it didn't last long in the sun and heat but for a little while we had Christmas it was cool.
Our first hero was a returned medic from Nam this was after I was transferred to Hunter Liggett we were in the barracks he had his Shirt off what I saw told the story four nasty bullet holes and the skin grafts it took to close them one who runs out in a fire fight To tend the wounded and hears just kids crying out mama as they are dying the cong didn't honor this medical angel of mercy just kept Shooting him he was the same but he wasn't he was damaged goods he had a quietness a sadness you couldn't reach the real person He used to be, he is part of the wounded brother hood I never suffered as the day now out of the service and back out in California I Read a piece about a homeless vet living in Golden Gate Park next To Height Ashbury it cut me deeplyit was hard to get it out of my mind he couldn't hold a job depended on family then the cold streets of Frisco and I knew the other hundreds hiding in Washington state in the forest their children with Them I knew this because of the stories of how and what their children did to them if they this innocently walked up behind them and Said daddy. This will give you a deeper knowledge of how long and deep this haunts all of our heroes after getting out of the service I Stayed in Monterey worked in the church and worked as a painters apprentice in the painters union a painter was at the Presidio right Above fisherman's Warf this facility has many functions but one in particular is the study of linguistics so this naturally had many Nationalities coming and going in this story Japanese was the problem one painter I guess bored walked up behind an older painter Poked him in the back with his finger the older man whirled around with a four inch brush the metal part took half the guys front teeth Out afterwards the old man apologized profusely he gave this even more scary account he told the man all day I have been back In world war two fighting Japs this is now nineteen sixty nine the older man said you are lucky you didn't come up behind me two Minutes before I was scraping with a six inch putty knife I would have cut your throat the man lost teeth he could have lost his life. This fighting for our freedom Doesn't magically stop when they come home from battle fields please honor them and again the greatest warrior whose birth we Celebrate this month extol him and know we can never know how he suffered our hearts are not that big but he defeated Out mortal enemy we owe him our lives.
