Go To War ( 3/28/08)

***Go to War***
Current mood:  awake
Category: Writing and Poetry

(Have you ever felt like you have given your all to some people in your life  ...you would basically go to war for them...but then when your going through things you look to your right and your left...and then u realize your facing a battle alone…**you can tell when I’m going through things because I write a hell of a lot** and this was just supposed to be a blog to get some stuff of my mind. even though I know a good amount of people don’t even care about what I write even those who claim to be friends or appreciate me…but you know with life sometimes u get used. and forgot about and I have come to realize as I’m getting older its time for me to accept people for what well.. Who they are…)

****Go To War****

I would defiantly get my guns bullet proof vest grenades and army finesse//to fight your battles at my very best//risk my grace and maturity to become the ghetto bitch that lacks appreciation for authority to rectify your wrong//yes when it is your wrong I’m willing to take it on//and with that you should whole heartedly know that when your right//I have the tanks and  biochemical war fare with bombs in my left and right/hand//hand that I would you use to abuse the abuser who would ever abuse you//because yes I would go to war for you. Day in and day out until not only the battle but the war was won// the war was won... and we celebrate later until the next one comes//until the next one comes//but why is it I don’t ever hear the call for celebrational trombones and victory fireworks//but as soon as my riffle has been put to rest//I get the call to dust it off again//and I then//then go to war again//but don’t take it as I tire that I need to rest because like I said//war for you is what I do best//because others may care less about you but like I said I put on my battle boots and camouflage because I am a warrior in your army//fuck the 300 I’m the one//the one against all that you create//because I swear sometimes I fight wars that didn’t need to be//but like an obedient soldier I ask nothing but to defend thee//I’m loyal to the party that needs me//needs me//but like I said I don’t mind going to battle//even though I appreciate peace but most of the time peace can only be lived in a dream// and when that dream is actualized I wonder where my place is when it is not war time//it seems as though once again a veteran is left without the glory and left with the prize//the prize of battle scars and flashbacks  of all the times land mines blew up in my face//in my face at times my eyes water and spill//I am a soldier but not a toy one//my emotions are built up and pressed down//and when I need a battle fought I have no army around//so again before I can heal I take off my pumps// I remove my smile//and I clean my riffle//because I go to war for myself//for have you ever seen a country go to war for their army//I guess not but it is all finally starting to kick in//I’m fighting a loosing battle because by myself its hard to win//so my soul is killed over and over again//for where is my army//or even my celebration//lost// I am// life keeps shooting back and in due time bullet proof vests and helmets can no longer save me//I am private Ryan but I some how lost my army//or well I never had one to carry me//but when I make it out alive you page me//and I again go to war for you//no questions asked I indulge in the glorification of your war//indulge , indulge until you don’t need me anymore and my own almost life less body seems as if I can’t do it any more// where are my soldiers I ask//they disappeared because they used everything you got/I have won  the war and saved happiness for another day//but the only way  I can relive my pain and justify my tears even heal my wounds  after  the world spits up all weapons of mass destruction hidden in false promises and love’s destruction//is to battle for me, because after all what country goes to war for their army

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