By Carl Martin JohnsonThe soldiers came this morning To build for me a fence. They showed up without warning But I said they could commence.The enemy had been seen. I knew there was some danger. I heard the enemy was mean, So I was wary of any stranger.As I watched the troops working, I felt more and more secure. If the enemy was lurking, My new fence … [Read more...]
The Devil’s n’ the Details
Written by Special Guest: Bryan "Gannicus” Myers."It works, right?""take it twice a day",Until methods turn malevolent.The warring celestial plightsEscalate our malignant ways.Now chomping on our irrelevance.Mental polarity runs amok,And morality starts to wave.I left them piles of link,Links led them to brand new brassThey still … [Read more...]
Tactical Poetry: WE WHO ARE ABOUT TO DIE
Tactical Poetry: WE WHO ARE ABOUT TO DIE by Carl Martin Johnson“We who are about to die salute you!” As is custom, thus we greet. Great Caesar, we fight to suit you. In victory and defeat.This arena is where we kill. Where someday we will die. I and my brothers serve your will. It does no good to cry.I have fought often in this ring Since your legions took … [Read more...]
Tactical Poetry: Deal with the Devil
Written by Special Guest: Bryan “Gannicus” Myers.I took a chance, a deal, a bargain of old.With a grin, a cigarette, and a cross in the road,I had a midnight hour, a plan, and a debt to settle.He found eyes with the blues, and some killer mettle. It’s not every day you lead astray the Devil He wasn’t in a bind,Golden wasn’t the … [Read more...]
Tactical Poetry: TASTING LIFE
By Carl Martin JohnsonHe awoke and tasted life, Like morning dew on his lips. As with a newly married wife, He would first take gentle sips.Around him lay dead and dying, Yet Fate let him survive. Departing souls were flying, But he was still alive.He breathed the foul air in, As if it were perfume. He was alive again. He had not met his doom.The … [Read more...]