NIGHTMARES. NIGHTMARES.
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Last night/ this am I dreamed like in that scene in Saving Private Ryan or Platoon of an american kid, only 19 and he worked at like walmatrt or something, only got a HS Diploma. Very cute kid.
He was dying in blood/mud/dust in the arms of his buddies and fellow soldiurs. Hes crying cause it hurts and he knows hes not coming back for thanksgiving ever again - saying "Mommie - mommie..." and then he died. They all looked somber and grim, a couple a bit terrified, our fighting girls and guys all 'round him for one slent moment. bullet whine past. then another.
One of them then pulls a Galipoli (movie w Mel Gibson from his early aussie work, very brillient) and runs fast fast fast trying to get a medical person over to see if this kid can be recisitated, but he falls like a tree smoothly forward in rapid automatic fire, legs torn out from under him. Dead On Arrival at ground level.
I woke up crying.
I mean _really_ crying -
sobbing very very hard and loud.
This goddamned war has got to end.
NOW. somehow! ...that dream was too too fucking REAL.
And, I was only dreaming from a safe bed here. they live it every day. I want 'em HOME, alive.
Amatul, Boston MA
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Last night/ this am I dreamed like in that scene in Saving Private Ryan or Platoon of an american kid, only 19 and he worked at like walmatrt or something, only got a HS Diploma. Very cute kid.
He was dying in blood/mud/dust in the arms of his buddies and fellow soldiurs. Hes crying cause it hurts and he knows hes not coming back for thanksgiving ever again - saying "Mommie - mommie..." and then he died. They all looked somber and grim, a couple a bit terrified, our fighting girls and guys all 'round him for one slent moment. bullet whine past. then another.
One of them then pulls a Galipoli (movie w Mel Gibson from his early aussie work, very brillient) and runs fast fast fast trying to get a medical person over to see if this kid can be recisitated, but he falls like a tree smoothly forward in rapid automatic fire, legs torn out from under him. Dead On Arrival at ground level.
I woke up crying.
I mean _really_ crying -
sobbing very very hard and loud.
This goddamned war has got to end.
NOW. somehow! ...that dream was too too fucking REAL.
And, I was only dreaming from a safe bed here. they live it every day. I want 'em HOME, alive.
Amatul, Boston MA
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mcsassypants:
jersey is growing on me, although I don't think I have ever seen so many strip-malls in my life. Yeesh. I am sure I will find my niche here soon. Oh, the things we do for love.
iyce:
Thanks for the compliment sweetie. Yes I wrote all those poems. I don't even know if they can really fit to be poems, but I just freestyle and write whatever comes to mind with my feelings. And to answer your other question..I had submitted a set when I first joined this site and it got rejected. So now I am waiting to get my own camera and some props to put together a new set.........so we will see what happens...what about you? are you going to do a set?... 