Observations on Freedom and Other Prose‏

Leon,

Recently, I've acquired the license required to drive vehicles around Bagram. This, of course, leads to me being the designated chauffeur. The problem being, I never bothered to learn on a manual transmission. Thankfully, I had a grasp of the basics I had picked up from observation, so learning was a little easier.

I still hate driving the damned things, though.

And now these poetic contemplations...


Observations on Freedom

Freedom given
People appalled
Freedom taken


Mad Men

An ancient people
In mud brick dwell
The Mad Men roam
This forgotten hell
w/ beards
w/ guns
w/ sandals
The Mad Men roam
The Mad Men kill
Oh!
The Mad Men kill


Blood Red Wolf

Blood Red Wolf
w/ blood red mane
Take me away
To the castles of Spain

Haunt my dreams
Pierce my eyes
w/ golden gaze
Pierce my ears
w/ melodious howl

Blood Wolf is free
To roam the land
And invade the dreams
Of miserable men

And we shall follow her
Wherever she may roam
To find our freedom
Or a way back home

To war torn lands
She may go
To peaceful kingdoms
To Heaven
To Hell

Follow her
She calls
Love her


Shaman Man

Oh Shaman Man
In black leather clad
Show us the way to break through
There's blood in the streets
The End is near
My eyes have seen you
There
Side by side w/ Unknown Soldier
A bullet in his head
– The war was never over

Oh Shaman Man
Let us ride on the Crystal Ship
To your Orange County Suite
We'll drink with Los Angeles
On Love St.
– I've been riding the storm too long

I want not to touch Earth