From Snafu to Fubar

There is no black and white

if the land is splattered with

blood

Littered with bodies

bleeding through the cracks

of the parched earth

Souls struggling to escape

the death rattle

of hatred, rage, torture

Brother against brother

making war so that there

may be peace

Psychological manipulation

be brave and kill your brother

for this is not murder

it is war

a combat mission

A suicide misssion

a fool's errand

It is black and white

kill or be killed

the ultimate sacrifice

The war culture

the culture of death

Here nobody wins..

Thou shalt not kill

 ⒸRose  

The Communion (Of Souls)

 

"For it was not into my ear you whispered but into my heart, It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul"                                                              Judy Garland  

Your whispers

flutter inside 

my heart

I drink deeply

from your lips

drenching

my soul

with 

your kisses

Quenching

my thirst

Nurturing

my desire

Your loving

leaves me weak

with hunger

I devour

your ardour

savouring

each pleasure

With each 

ecstasy

our souls 

ascend

A communion

of essences

merging

becoming one

basking 

in the afterglow

of our love

© Rose

       

Mist

flimsy
souls
swirling
flailing
down
hills
hovering
above
bodies
of water
deep
secretive
pools
reflecting
nothing
but
darkness
© Rose