My newest creative venture is to seek out a hybrid poem of history combined with affection. I got the idea watching a war movie called, "Red Line!" The movie was good and oddly enough it paused right in the middle of ragging explosions to show a couple together. It was unexpected freak on and it really caught my attention. Yeah I was all up in it like that! but I think history is rich and so is passion. I figure it's got the makings of a good combo like porchops and white bread. So with no further ado here's: You Rock My World War I: My enemy I know she’s somewhere She’s got to be over these two hills God I know we can take these hills So I charge my way upward These steep hill breasts To find that they’re two eyes already dug in Staring back at me I swiftly put my head back between the crevasses of the hills To keep my head from being blown off **** I’m outnumbered by Beauty Loudly whistle to call my last two platoons We going to have to flank her I give the signal My right platoon My arm goes right And my left platoon My left arm goes left around her We crawl like babies through thick jet black grassy savannah hair Burned in the heat of the moment Hastily we make it to her back A trap! Where her Japanese insignia is painted there It’s the Red Sun giving birth to a crimson rose of thorns I’ve committed suicide As she turns her forces face forward I yell, “ATACK” whipping my knife out of my pants to cut her But she catches the blade between her soft hands dulling it Slaps me back like a shotgun into the burning grass My left and right platoons are wiped out My right arms barely moves There’s no escape and I’m caught in the middle of the last two legs of her army She taken me Striking long dark red nails in my mouth to clamp my tongue from speech Whispering what seems like English in my right ear “No Scream boy!” She lifts me up by my tongue closer Laughing as she pulls down her zipper Nails suddenly rips out of my tongue Madly she licks my blood and saliva off like warm saki Yanking my head backwards she re inserts the nails into my forehead One by one the wounds sink in The Reality sinks in I’m not going to make it As she has sticks one of breast grenades in my mouth To begin to suffocate me in her arms. I hold strong Suck her breasts hard with my teeth to keep from losing my emotions like losing the pin But it’s useless My lips are snatched from her breast By the nails driving my forehead back My life, my love, my inhibitions release like a pin ripped out the grenade And my body lies lifeless Another casualty of war Another casualty of love As She blows my mind!