America is at War?

[hillkillr]

Here's one from when we invaded Iraq. I felt very strongly about what I was writing. It was more of a flow of emotions than a beatiful rhyming poem. Most of the typos are intentional, grammer shouldn't get in the way of art. It starts out sort of rhyming and flowing, but gets chopy in a couple of places. Caution, may offend the some!
Here goes...

America is at War?

America is at war?
That’s what the TV says
My mother says ‘Don’t go’
My heart felt it though,
the pit in my stomach is
churning and burning
It tells me to fight
For what is right
Yet God kept me here
Maybe from fear
That it would keep me from
great things in the future
My brothers are out there
dying and trying
to kill the evil dictators
that murder their own people
Now we’ve won so they say,
but it’s still the beginning. They
may
be out there for years
policing the world
Small countries that hate
our way of life
It’s just that the leaders I
think, that have too much strife
They kill our people, their people
they kill without mercy.
Threaten to kill me and I’ll
be there in a heart beat
With an Army of friends
who will watch my back
No commander could lead us
just us and our gats
Unleash me and my brothers,
you can’t hide for long
No bullet will stop us
though we may be wrong
We will kill you from hell
if we have to
My bullet flies true
when it’s pointed at you
God may have mercy for some,
but he’ll think twice when it
comes to Saddam
Don’t scream when you die
from that round in your eye
Don’t fear Hell cause
though he won’t treat
you well
You might as well
get used to the spell
No pushing the rock for
you, no thirst for you, no
burning for you
There’s a special place for
you in Satin’s heart
Get used to the pain when
you have to fart
Bend over and spread
your cheeks apart

Ben Reeves, 2003

[hillkillr]

More, less angry, poems to come. I'm much calmer than this poem suggests.

[hillkillr]

I wrote this after a colonel's inspection, duh. About half of the NCO's were brown nosing bad, here's how I felt about the matter. No NCO's are specifically being refered to here. I would also like to point out that I highly respect all soldiers especially NCO's, just an angry moment on paper...

What an NCO might say on the Colonel’s inspection day

“The Colonel is coming through?
Whatever shall we do?
I think I’m going to poo
my pants, the pressure is more
than a fat dirty *****
in my room when my wife
walks in.
The sweat is on my brow
let’s yell at some soldiers now.
I’ll take out my anger
‘cause I am in danger
of having a hernia,
oh Lord does it burn, ah.
**** here he comes! Blow
the horns, it’s my worst
nightmare, so I’ll suck his
****, oh what a nice *****,
in my ***, I’d let him use glass.”

But he’s really a man talk to him,
you can.
If he’s mean be impartial,
if he’s nice just be cool,
but you are a fool,
you’ll never know cause
your carreer is in tow of
your *** kissing tactics, but
it doesn’t matter if you
suck or don’t give a ****,
cause it’s all about points
and paper and ****, not
some colonel who’s **** you sucked
nice and quick. It’s alright
though I understand you’re a **.
You don’t have much choice so
you think it, just get on
your knees and drink it.

Ben Reeves 2003

[hillkillr]

This one I wrote while in a gaurd tower in Kosovo...


Tower 1

Standing in the dark of night
I watch the empty scenery
Nothing to look at,
But a veil of black
As I guard in tower one.

At first I think of faithful duty
While watching for unseen infantry.
Look left, look right into the night,
Nothing but blackness in my sight
As I guard in tower one.

Next a song comes in my head,
An old one from forgotten rock.
It tells of drugs and being dead
As I watch the veil of night
While pulling guard in tower one

Then thoughts of home creep upon me,
Driving my car with the music up.
Sedona, Flaggstaff, Arizona; this is where I want to be,
But the darkness still surrounds me
In my box called tower one.

Now my eyelids droop lower and lower
As I think of my warm bed.
My fluffy pillow dances before me inviting my head bow,
But still I watch through the endless,
Forever waiting in tower 1.

The seconds tick by an hour at a time,
It’s useless to check a broken watch.
I endlessly stare at the hidden horizon;
Checking and checking, the hands are still stuck
In my prison of tower one.

The night plays tricks or so I think.
Visions of armed soldiers attacking my post,
While demons fly in the sky around me.
Which is now scarlet the color of death;
I’ve been to hell; it’s tower one.

Benjamin Forrest Reeves 2001

The soldier is slowly getting crazier and I was definitly thinking of Poe and his timing.

[hillkillr]

Kosovo: Me on the right, my best buddy Rob on the left with some local kids:

http://img5.imgspot.com/u/04/229/00/Kos.jpg

Oh yeah, it's not really THE BIG DAY. Someone gave me a free birthday camera, even though it wasn't my bithday.