Boot Camp Poems

Carlie sent these to me (his sister0 to post on here while he is at boot camp, so they might be alittle messed up, but i did my best to copy them. Enjoy.


Warrior

Primal Warriors charging forward
against odds deemed impossible
clad in their surroundings
they are born through fire
and sweat rolling into iron made
strong into steel

Delicate Creatures paying all mind
to the intrictcies of history, customs
and tradition, they know the gental
folds of fabric like the petals of
a floweer ever cartions and gental
with those deserving of respect.


Scream

"Scream till you spit blood"
They said.
Scream for your life
Scream Aye Sir
SCREAM
SCREAM
SCREAM
Till your throut rips itself out
Till your ribcage hurts from breathing
Till you mae the world change.
You, you and your petty ideas
crying and hollaring for change,
for peace, for love
Scream Louder.
Scream till your voice is gone
and has regrown broken in your mouth
Everything s paid for in blood
So Scream, till the copper taste
fills your mouth, and your smile is red.


Time Fears

Time is relative, to what you do
to what you feel , and time is movemnt,
staynation leaves slow inching tick of
thought passing up and down
These moments i sit merely awaiting
the next challenge, punishment, activity,
class... something,Just bear down on
my shoulders like the world on atlas
it hurts, giving drive and anticipation
fear, givin readiness. i know
when movement starts the dial
spins round, round, round again
fleeing from the peocity of forward
footsteps followed by fear for wasted
moments because we move fast
fast fast the only speed we know
and time cannot keep up while
we move forward, so when we do stop,
time makes us feel
every.... single... moment....

The Falls

Phaeton:

I tried to drive my father's chariot.
Took the morning star and rode on through the skies bringing day.
He did not see my wish to let the world start over.
They called it an accident,
said i could not control myself and that
is why i woke the sky serpent.
why i brought fire to the mountaintops
why i bathed civilizations in flames.
I was struck down hard by grandfather's lightning.
they still speak of my fall.

Lucifer:

I tried to take my father's throne
As the Morningstar i led forces through the day
He did not see my wish to let the world start over
But knew it was no accident
I could no longer control myself
Came down from the sky as a serpent
Brought fire to the mountaintops
bathed heaven in flames
i was struck down by Michael's lightning
they will always speak of my fall

Icarus:

flew with my father's wings
up towards the morning star i climbed
just wanting to escape this world
it was an accident i swear
feathers falling off like serpent-skin
fires on their tips
fire in the wax
struck down by my own foolishness
i wish they would forget my fall.


Phaeton:

Lightning
raw power of heaven
drawn like a line
the bolt thrown as javelin
hard
fast
penetrates
yet leaves no shaft
to grip and remove
nothing can stop it
for it travels through your veins
lighting them all on fire
i knew the feeling of the world
in a beautiful pain
buzzing and crackling
felt the fires
felt rebirth so near
father said his chariot would be the death of me
he forgave me as he handed me the reigns.

Lucifer:

He was Lightning
Michael the power of heaven
drew the line
holding flaming sword
dropped for fists
hard
fast
neither of us would yield
entangled like earthquakes
he brought me down
let me feel the aches and pains
it was beautiful
he sent me home
trapped in ice so cold it burned
like the fires i let loose upon home
my father knew this would not be the death of me
i wonder if his son would forgive as easily

Icarus:
I wish i'd been Lightning
so my fall would be instant
instead it was
hard
fast
with impending doom
i watched the waters beneath me
i felt the fires of my wings burn
the wax peeling away on my skin
as smoke poured through my nose
my father watched me fall
called out like he did when i rose too high
he did not chastise me in his cries
nor called out my folly as one to be remembered
for ages hence as one fool trying to reach
a brighter, better place
nor did he call out forgiveness for my fall
it was all just loss


Narrator:

wonder if falling
Down from the heavens above
can happen often

or perhaps it's only ever happened once

you cant see the cracks in my armor.
i've put putty over all the cracks.
you'd never know unless you took me apart
or i started splitting at the seams.

the devil's in the details, and my trade is in trim-work.

a talk about "us"

have you been avoiding it like i have?
because distance makes us weak?
or is it just me that gets weak
me who doesn't want someone waiting
with romance in her heart
while i go off and train
to save and end lives by my choosing
to save and end lives by my stagnation
to save and end lives by my hands

i'm avoiding it because i'm about to leave
it'll be easier if i don't have a girl waiting at home
no worries on the home front
waiting nervously for letters
fears of a "dear john" letter
every mail call

you make me happy
we talk every day
separated so far
a relationship is just putting a name on what we're already working towards

i meant it when i said go for opportunities that arise
don't wait on my account
because i have a habit of waiting too long
when it comes to jumping off a cliff
into oceans of good things
i'm used to it being too late
but as long as your happy
i'll be fine with it

i've forgotten that kiss

I've forgotten what it was like kissing you
i think i like that
no longer feeling the pressure of your lips
the smell of your hair
the weight of your body under my hands
so long i hungered for it
then achieved it... only once
one long deep kiss
hundred pecks of nothing
that one
long
deep
kiss
that's what made me think i had a chance
i took my damn time with it
i was wrong
but that's life
we're better off without it
i mean, our friendship had a million problems
imagine what our relationship would have?
we work better at a distance anyway

sometimes i doubt you'll write to me
but you promised
so you will
even if its only once

sometimes i doubt i'd care
but your that stupid girl
the one i'd never really get over
even if it was only one
long deep kiss

that keeps me hooked
or kept as it seems to be
since i no longer know your taste
nor smell
nor touch

just the visual memory
the moving in
the moving away
the fumbling
the desperateness of me
the fogging of my windows
all the details around it i can clearly remember
but not that kiss

however deep and long it was
was not long enough to last

an excuse as to why i cant play musical insturments well at all

We're not goin' silent yet.
let's scream out the stereo with the songs hell rising up from the earth below.
give us the drums,
give us the guitar,
give us the bellowing calls of monsters from your nightmares.
horns and choirs belong to heaven with thier mighty organs,
we need no intricate fingertips
but thrashing and tearing of flesh from bone to create our song.

Hansel and Gretel inside the wichtes house

Hansel:

I am going to go bake in my blankets sister.
when the wicked witch comes to eat me,
i will gladly offer her my flesh knowing that she can live
longer than i could ever dream,
a youthful beauty.
i am a lowly boy,
she is a queen clad in the charcoal-gingerbread of black forest night.
I love her dearly, and grow fat with her returning favors.

Gretel:

Brother please listen
she is not some glorious immortal
knowledgeable of the world around us
she is but some beast tied to her lair
all she wants is to eat your flesh
and turn me into some kind of evil like her
that's why she claims she'll teach me the magic of flesh
the mystics of sweets and fairy-tales



to be continued...