Vietnam Veteran

Why new wars are needed I can not tell
Old ones are not done yet
Their dvds are cheaper than redbox and you don't need to return them
Profits he said go to alcohol because he is an alcoholic

I'm not sure why I did not buy
No idea I have where redbox profits go

What is it they defend
I would like to know

Our military he said is the best in the history of the world
Policy is more important than readiness
Is it the best in the history of the world?
Cloudy with a certainty of death

Who will approach my grandchild to sell cheap entertainment
If we have no more war
Certain problems solve themselves

Does it make any sense to drop
High explosives upon the only place we know that can sustain us?

They will not listen they say
What do they have to say
Consume conspire a con does not worry about externalities

What is external to you;  we are all at war and this is important
You can not believe in an omnipotent god and limit what that means
Is not one world enough

Destruction solves no thing
Policy could but does not

There were many best militaries in the history of the world
Not one has not fallen

Love never will
As old as old can be
Never more never less

Unlimited data plans promise no wisdom
The best deals find you
Vietnam still is not done with my neighborhood

I wish we could finish one thing before blowing up another
Perhaps I'm sensitive,  I've seen explosions on television and through my Window;  not even a light day away from you

We have answers for only the most difficult things
War games for years have included IS
Self fulfilling prohesy is the easiest

There is more honesty in his sales pitch than anything I've known
Say No and let me talk you in to it
Don't say yes and not do

He is a parable I try to understand a war forty years gone
I only know these new ones are no answer
Korea has better and cheaper Internet
But when was the last time they bombed anyone?

Disconnect

Diging in the dirt I stop for nothing and the sun bears down
Oscillating between thought to no thought

Becoming enamored in the day
Exactly a prayer with out word; water with fall

Together near by seperated by a generation
Osmosis is how the world enters my being

And the performance is not observed
Not art yet artistic and completion found
Only art arrives arranged in photons collected by another
Territory is claimed by means that end at the stored of light
Hero to another moment gone by
Even strength continues beyond what you have
Remember that life can be in surprising ways

First Teachers

We arrive in this place and we know not how
Find people around and some stay
My first school was very small this space bellow the stairs
I remember three students and one teacher but not how we all fit

We were smaller and things somehow made perfect sense
There was nothing wanting
First teachers have the easier job for anything is instructional
I remember enjoying my time but not what I learned

We shared with each other time and space
As there is this now so to is there always this then
How I first become myself in relation to others
A world older and wiser my first teacher

Fifty years pass in a moment and take forever
I am not sure how you understand
Nor what your first teachers did for you
For me it was my first lesson that this life made sense

A feeling in my first tiny school
It was gone too soon yet here with me still
There are these windows and periods of our lives
Some never leave

First teachers you can not thank enough
But you can wish them happy birthday and another fifty years to learn
Again and again that first lesson that this life makes sense and you are purpose
Even if you do not know how

We just found each other there below the stairs below the stars
She was bigger and I do not think she knew why, but I could not tell