26 in IRAQ

Well, Here I am in Iraq for my 26th birthday. No beer, no cake, no birthday party. But is all ok, I had spend time with some of the Marines here with me, even though it was when I was at work, we had a little cookout, pork chops, cut steak, sausages, coke and mountain dew. (oh the little things) Then me and Drew (bestman and best friend) smoked a cigar each, that my brother had sent. Then later on that night, after looking at possible houses, which is very exciting, I watched a movie. It was a good night, relaxing.
Now I am here back where I live, the "can", writing this blog, getting ready to catch some ZZZZzzzzs. One more night of Night Guard, then back to the day shift. It should be "fun" going back to that. hahaha Me and some of the other Marines call it 9021-ammo. The drama, and bullshit is so funny. Keeps me entertained.
I think that is enough for this time.. until next time.. and by the way, I think I will start making 9021-ammo entries. yep. that will be my new fun thing to write about. Hell I might be able to talk to Hollywood, and get a deal for a show. .every other dumb idea does.

bye

the dreams of which desire rise

the dreams of which desire rise

are the mares that subtle cowboys ride.

in the mist of daylights to come

drinking, lusting, wanting, some-

-one, thing to call and claim your hearts’

colors speak like a musical. a ballad. a horror show.

coffee filters over flowing. orange clock hands ticking

ever showing, the past in presents’ remote collide

will knowing help to get out of the traffic

the honking and speeding makes beautiful chaos

epiphany ecstasy epitaph

the dreams of which desire fall

dream…

A. Jackson 2008

Thinking out Loud

when will I get to see you

not soon enough

wanting you now, can’t have that now

here is my place

you’re at our place

some times are ticking and tocking

other times fly right by

want to shed from my eyes

got to stay strong overcome

like jay-z said, gotta make the song cry

listen to music, write these words

paint my emotions

flutter my thoughts with times of silence

when will I get to see you

sooner than we realize

A. Jackson 2008

counting down

it crests above the horizons’ tease
what shall become is yet unknown.
lights blinking, eyes open wide
heat no more, false hopes reside.
days creep as gluttonous sloth,
nights tick like Grandfathers afar
not soon enough can jubilance thunder.
we wait, we wait, we wait …


A. Jackson 2008

night

sitting
at this desk
waiting
for the sun
watching
cinema alternatives
learning
about my self intellect
digging
deeper into thoughts of brilliance
surprised
at how serene the dark desolate desert is
thankful
for the one that waits for me
sitting
at her desk


A. Jackson 2008