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  Downtime Warfare 2:

  Bad Men

  By TMS

  Copyright 2013 TMS

  Cover design copyright TMS 2013 all rights reserved

  TMS

  https://thisistms.wordpress.com

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  URBAN DECAY

  Highflier

  Raiders

  Spoils

  Street dreams

  THIRD WORLD DREAMERS

  Coca territory

  Tragic lord

  The genocidalists

  El Diablo

  Kiss the girls

  Face licker

  Serial killer sniper

  Suicidal

  The driver

  Interrogator

  Military sex

  Untitled

  Stalker

  ABOUT

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  URBAN DECAY

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  HIGHFLIER

  Floating,

  Backwards into the night,

  Looking up into the sky,

  Shards of glass twinkling by.

  Single breath

  Neon lights poured down

  Down

  Blinked, awake,

  Cushioned by a car

  Bleeding bloodied

  Bout to doze

  Into a dream...

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  RAIDERS

  Post raid cigarette, on lip

  Not bothering to count cash,

  Estimating value by sight

  Then hauling with coke bricks

  Quickly into bag

  Five minutes announcement,

  Scratching head with 9MM,

  Surveying scene,

  Not even noticing the bodies or blood,

  Calculating if too much or too little was taken,

  Shouts of its enough throw it out.

  Bag handed and thrown out window,

  Few minutes later,

  Main force enters the scene,

  Cops, blood, bodies and drugs.

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  SPOILS

  Nightstand,

  Gun, badge kilograms.

  Head on chest, content.

  Cigarette bought to lips

  No cash,

  Took the cut in drugs.

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  STREET DREAMS

  Warm night

  Regular alley,

  Single light

  Night activities,

  Easy chilling,

  Watching the flow of the game,

  Dice up and down

  Side betting,

  Up fifty,

  Sip a drink,

  Waiting for the joint

  To roll back around.

  Out of game fuck uttered,

  Slowing of time,

  Moment to look,

  Unarmed running the opposite way,

  Soldiers shooting back,

  Screams of an AK,

  Bodies falling and floating,

  Not enough fire power,

  Hand late to waist,

  Throwing to the ground

  Multiple impacts,

  Moment of silence.

  Taken over by a state of piece,

  In awe of the moon and stars,

  Unable to move,

  Head shaking mentally,

  Last thoughts

  “Fucken dice.”

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  THIRD WORLD DREAMERS

  COCA TERRITORY

  Jungle lab

  Coca territory.

  Slaves sweating,

  Guards observing slaves and the forest.

  Under Gazebo

  Bosses son,

  Bored,

  Bought out for punishment.

  Reckless drunken spending,

  Second Aston crashed.

  Go see where our money comes from,

  Spend a few days in the jungle to appreciate.

  Golden Parabellums on floor

  Shirt and holsters off,

  Battery powered fan

  On.

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  TRAGIC LORD

  The alcoholic

  Binge drinker

  Motherfucker

  Opium producer

  Thai striptease

  Fiefdom

  Apocalypse now

  Shoot to kill uttered.

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  THE GENOCIDALISTS

  Smells of charred flesh,

  Excrement, death,

  Smoking wood

  Dying down fires,

  Burnt shacks.

  Cries of a baby

  Followed by shouts of,

  “Shut that fuck up!”

  Shots fired, silence.

  Women already raped tortured,

  Men all dead.

  Child soldier,

  Away from the group,

  Cigar between teeth,

  AK holstered,

  Not bothered by the stench,

  Thinking about lunch.

  Bandana wrapped around head

  By the only tap,

  Humming,

  Rinsing machete.

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  EL DIABLO

  Face coated with dirt,

  Mixed in with plant pulp

  Behind enemy lines

  Ammo as it comes,

  At ease with taking lives with knives

  Deep in the jungles,

  Of the grid,

  Stalking villages,

  Casually killing at own pace.

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  KISS THE GIRLS

  At ease in the chaos

  Too good at killing and tactics,

  To be court marshalled

  During times of war

  CO aware from the reports of the men

  Who didn’t participate.

  Told by General whatever happens out there,

  Stays out there, there’s a war to be won.

  Born from a womb,

  Manly neighbourhood figure.

  Wife and sister,

  Never raised a hand

  At a women or a girl before.

  But this isn’t home.

  Just another sergeant with a unit

  Not known by face,

  But by name given by survivors,

  Pale Devil.

  Known by enemy soldiers and generals,

  Wanted by all men, dead or alive.

  Feared by mothers and daughters,

  Women and children,

  The utterer of the words,

  “Kiss the girls.”

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  FACE LICKER

  Bottle of vodka

  34th cigarette in hand,

  Master torturer,

  Matching scream with scream,

  Tears with laughs,

  Followed by his tears,

  Screams!

  Legs and hands chained,

  Head held in hands,

  Face lick.

  Repulsed spit,

  Spit licked from lip.
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  Hardcore Relic from the days of the Junta,

  Great purges, and nights of terrors.

  Post revolution, now funded by the democrats,

  Preferring the dead man prison fiefdom to run its course.

  Rather than a scandal,

  That would shatter the country.

  “The mad General and his men,

  Will eventually kill every prisoner there,

  Let those enemies thought dead, remain dead

  For the sake of our democracy”

  It was said.

  No young soldiers, working the prison,

  All hard men, no families no sympathy.

  Aware of the prisoners’ crimes,

  And the generals habits.

  Aware of where they are,

  What they’ve done,

  And for who,

  Loyal till the end.

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  SERIAL KILLER SNIPER

  Excited by the hunt,

  Turned on by those who try,

  Reduced to a game,

  The brave left to run on a bit longer,

  Just to see where their efforts lead to.

  Bored by the lull in between,

  But still disciplined enough

  To kill all without discrimination.

  Keeping a head count,

  Wondering how many others have,

  Proud of his numbers,

  Yet cautiously optimistic.

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  SUICIDAL

  Late night,

  Deep in the middle of nowhere.

  Mission completed,

  Unit members around

  Invisible, silent

  In the dark sleeping.

  Awake,

  Guard duty alone

  Weapon by side,

  Against tree sitting.

  Staring into the black,

  Thumb casually pulling out,

  Then returning grenade pin.

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  THE DRIVER

  Speeding back alleys,

  Narrow roads,

  Late night,

  Loud laughs

  Heading back to base,

  Bottle passed around,

  Sudden shadow,

  Shit! Hit.

  Shouts inside,

  Screaming brakes,

  Met by the nights’ silence.

  Stop.

  Driver frozen behind the wheel,

  Aware but unable to act.

  No more words,

  You know where we are. Said.

  Doors opened,

  Inspection.

  Drive still frozen behind wheel,

  Head shake,

  Shit, dead.

  Complete quiet.

  No movement anywhere,

  Night not acknowledging anything.

  Eye contact,

  Unsaid agreement,

  Everybody back in,

  Doors closed,

  Driver told to drive.

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  INTERROGATOR

  Asthma smoker

  Decorated

  Two war survivor.

  Divorced twice,

  Ex Special ops trainer.

  Killer.

  Now,

  Off the books information acquisition specialist.

  Behind enemy lines,

  Basement,

  Beneath abandoned building.

  Observing the bleeding boy*,

  Young man, barely out of his teens,

  Crying like a baby,

  Tears mixed with blood and phlegm,

  Begging for stop,

  Asking for forgiveness,

  Claiming not to know

  And even if he was in

  He’d still be too low to know.

  Unlimited patience,

  Tools down, gloves off,

  Cigarette lit.

  Seat moved close to bound boy*

  Asking him to just whisper the location,

  And it will be all over.

  But deep down,

  Beyond the job,

  Beyond reason,

  Not caring about the information.

  Secretly wishing the boy* would never speak,

  So this could be taken to its end.

  Young P.O.W living out a horror,

  Lips moved close to ear,

  Fear,

  Unable to hear

  The arousal on breath.

  * Young man, post adolescence definition of boy, not pre and adolescent age definition of boy, refer to line 18

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  MILITARY SEX

  Aware that it’s a leveraging of power,

  Away from civilization,

  Middle of nowhere base

  Finally glad to be one of the feasting.

  Fingering laughing, fucking.

  Not bothered by the fake smiles,

  Fake words,

  The Pussy is real,

  Long ago abandoned everything else.

  Post sex,

  Head on chest,

  One of only four fans on base blowing

  Joint in hand,

  Not caring for any of the fucked,

  Mostly alternating between lust and disgust,

  But always,

  No matter what was said, or not said

  Obliged to return the favour.

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  UNTITLED

  Uniform on floor.

  Local liquor

  Coke from ass cheek

  Licked off breast, clit.

  Kiss.

  Penetration.

  Naked,

  Slow insertion.

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  STALKER

  Guard armed in the night,

  Pleasant summer,

  Cool late night.

  Deep in the estates forests,

  Miles from the château,

  At ease walking his quadrant.

  Death slowly stalking

  Stop silent.

  From a deeper black

  Watching the guard,

  Waiting,

  Breath and heartbeat unwaveringly constant.

  Guard casually

  Walking closer,

  Further into the dark

  Unaware.

  Two steps, F-S knife,

  Back of neck through throat.

  Death.

  Body held,

  Slowly put down.

  END

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  ABOUT

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  Downtime Warfare2: Bad Men

  After writing the first Downtime Warfare, and thoroughly enjoying its conceptualization, there remained a few after thoughts in my mind, “Bad men, Evil guys, Psychopaths...” These thoughts combined with Apocalypse Now, the generic movie ideas of South America drug lords, Russia, corrupt cop movies and series, the vast inventory of war thoughts I’ve gathered from all sorts of war movies, series, books, documentaries, and inspirational music. All these elements combined to create the theoretical framework that I used to build these poems, as I always say.

  Thought begets thought

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