UNDERGROUND RETROSPECT SHOWCASE

Begging....


Bound by chains, my souls screams
at the sun for burning light, then at
the trees for blocking light.
Is what burns gone, or just
consumed by the greedy light?
Who stores the screams of the
begging souls, tormented by the
loss of sight? The sky collects but
oceans store in the deep, so deep
the screams aren’t heard
and the monsters of the sea feed
and rise to torture the world
with fears of the unknown.
Once fear is instilled they return to
the deep to feed again.
The oceans get revenge,
baiting humans. Humans beg
and the monsters return and feed.

My soul is lost to the devil inside me
My soul is the devil reincaration
My soul can't be trusted
My soul can go either way
My soul has caused my cursed anger
My soul has the Vera attached to it
So my soul is my cursec but it is also my destiny

The B-24s, the Liberators,
The Second World War’s incinerators,  
They dropped bombs all over the Pacific,  
They were key to winning the war,  
Legendary amid the corps,  
They created a hell on earth that was horrific.  
 
But the service men called them “flying coffins”,  
Odds of surviving these missions weren’t too great,  
And of all the glories of the men who told their stories,  
This is the account of Super Man’s crew and their fate…  
 
Phil and Cuppernell piloted the plane,  
Lambert in the tail, Nelson along for the ride,  
Brooks and Douglas were the waist gunners,  
Exposed on the plane’s sides.  
 
Glassman in the belly, Mitchell in the nose,  
Pillsbury was the top turret gunner,  
And Louie was the bombardier,  
(He had been in the Olympics as a runner.)  
 
Twenty three B-24s took off before dawn that April morning,  
Deployed to destroy the enemy’s supplies,  
Super Man led the way with the others on the wing,  
On a mission sure to bring the adversary’s demise.  
 
It was right after the bombing over the island of Nauru,  
As the planes turned around heading back to base,  
Japanese fighters converged on the bombers,  
A vicious dogfight was about to take place.  
 
The gunners fired away with all their fury,  
The Zeros fired back and the tracers flew by,  
Many bullets penetrated Super Man,  
It was hell under a beautiful sky.  
 
The plane rocked and twisted under heavy fire,  
A cannon round struck Super Man in the tail,  
Shrapnel tore into Lambert’s hip and leg,  
They were unsure if they could prevail.        
 
In the belly Glassman had been hit,  
Two hunks of shrapnel penetrated his back,  
Adrenalized the gunner didn’t feel a thing,  
But Nelson had been hit during the attack.  
 
Then a shell blew a hole near the top turret,  
Metal debris and blood was everywhere,  
But yet somehow the top turret gunner carried on,  
Pillsbury’s foot and knee were torn to shreds.  
 
Louie went to help Brooks who was bleeding,  
Lying on the catwalk over the open bomb bay,  
As he dangled Louie pulled him back to safety,  
But Brooks was hurt badly in the fray.  
 
Douglas and Pillsbury still manned the guns,  
While the other bombers encountered flak,  
The two gunners kept their eyes open,  
As two more Zeros moved in on the aircraft.  
 
Pillsbury still wounded, his foot dangling,  
Had a furious look on his face as he scanned,  
He spotted the Zero coming toward them,  
Thinking, I have to kill this man.  
   
The Zero pilot drawing near hesitated,  
That’s when Pillsbury shot heavy rounds,  
The tracers penetrated the cockpit,  
And took the Zero down.  
 
A second later Douglas at the waist,  
Shot down the last of the Zeros,  
And if the plane made it back,  
The crew would be hailed as heroes.  
 
Still it was a five hour flight back to base,  
Running out of fuel and with no landing gear,  
Half the crew was injured and the plane was shot to hell  
But crashing in the ocean was the biggest fear.  
 
Louie bandaged and took care of the men,  
While the pilots managed to fly the plane,  
Most of them bleeding, one of them dying,  
None of them would ever be the same.  
 
Phil and Cuppernell made a hard landing,  
The plane stopped at the runway’s end,  
And all twenty-three B-24s made it back,  
Though none were shot up as bad as them.  
 
Medics took care of the wounded,  
But the crew lost Brooks in the end,  
With five hundred ninety four bullet holes,  
Super Man would never fly again.

a boy and a man    
meet on a street..    
on a corner they stand shoe to shoe,    
   
on his hip    
the man proudly displays  
 “amendment number two”,    
   
the boy pulls a gun    
and robs the man,    
and now the boy has two..    
   
the boy shouts  
“up da money ol man    
or i’ll bust “two” caps in you!!”,    
   
the frightened man    
hands over his cash,    
the boy says “ yeah this will do!!”,    
   
my dad has gone,    
my brother is hungry,    
and there is no money in school!”      
      
a gun displayed    
or on your hip    
in this crazy “sign of the times”..      
   
may have cost you    
a half stack or more,    
but now it’s not worth a dime,     
   
your life could come    
to a sudden end    
by your worst mistaken slip,    
   
i’ve witnessed this    
with my own two eyes,    
it really was a trip!      
   
don’t have    
500 bucks or more,    
openly dripping off your hip,      
   
baby may need    
a new pair of shoes    
and now you are the special hit,  
   
heed the warning    
and take my advice,    
or your dignity may horribly be stripped,    
   
cause this is how they really roll,      
in the “Topsy Turvey Twilight Zone”    
   
called..      
“The 2nd Amendment.. Flipped ”.