Paying the piper

After four and a half years in the military
being in strange places and a bit scary

Now….I´m paying the piper
with my back that looks each day drunker
when before it was the striker

Now is pain
with nothing to gain

No crying though
I did volunteered to kill a Talibani hoe

At age thirty two
I feel I have the body of an eighty two
so…..booooo!!

Just paying the piper now
so fuck it
Got to own the how
and yell yeeehaaa ! …. wow

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

House of War

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One rule,
never lie to me
you fool
I´m result oriented organisation
that is my creation
since once I go forward
I don´t back down so you will get deathly rewarded
you will enter into my domain
you will fill the shame
Rules,
don´t lie, don´t steel, don´t murder
these are basic rules that every man of every faith
should embrace
if not you will be
entering…..my House of War

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses

Envy Not

Mocking Bird Down

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Do not be so quick to envy
my sharp tongue and my
fearless hands.
Destroying the smile
of another with intent,
is my own crippling band;
that chokes me. Bruises me.
Not because of guilt, and not because of
shame. But because it leaves me
bitter and abandoned in the
hollows of my veins.
Destruction is a opiate, for
the anger that resides.
The gnarly twisted cruelty
that hides behind green eyes.
I am no advocate for the weak.
Nor am I inspired by the meek,
But I am;
by definition –
the kiss on your demon’s cheek.

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Chasing Demons

Mocking Bird Down

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It is more convoluted, than just
a throbbing demand for blood.
It is more labyrinthine than simply
knowing that I will stand, bloody faced
and victorious, heart pounding against
my rib cage. A reminder that the trophy blood
that drips from my hands, is not mine.
It belongs to one of the demons that has tracked me
for too many years, lurking. In that few seconds before
day becomes night, waiting relentlessly to swallow
whole the rare moments when I am able to
fall asleep with out first having to run my fingers
along the blades hidden beneath my bed,
just to comfort my mind before close my eyes.
The corpse, black and burnt, will not stand again.
But there are more where this one came from.
Its more complicated than positive talk and
encouragement. Its more complicated than
a patronizing pat on the back, telling me that
everything will…

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