War on the Moon

On July 25th, 2010 I wrote as a status, GIVE ME SOMETHING TO WRITE PLEASE!

my brother responded:
D.J. Rogers: When I'm struggling to come up with an idea I sometimes take an image or a metaphor and build around it instead of trying to write about a certain idea or concept. Since I'm looking outside right now, the two words that come to mind are "moon" and "thunderstorm" lol

and another person responded:
Latoya Sanders: Add a sci-fi twist to sumn ordinary.

took over a month, but I present to you...

Nai-jeer Watson's
War on the Moon
From the Melee of a Manic Mind
The moon and the war that takes place there symbolize the manic state of a manic-depressive pysche. Earth represents the state of normalcy that not many who suffer from this disorder ever get to enjoy. Read behind the lines and enjoy!



Get real scared, real fast
You're lookin' at a big bad goon from the moon
Yea
You listenin' to a tale of two worlds
that lies behind words
only seen by those who know to observe.
When it rains on earth,
when it floods whole cities,
holds up arks,
creates rivers on which lovers and friends drift apart
What that is...
is our tears
from fighting through the years.
But the sun shines on my tears of joy,
in the mist of the war.
Gunpowder sunshowers
waft on the flowers
and wait on the power.
You see lightning in the air,
thats how fast we're moving;
You hear thunder,
that mean i started losing.
I'm from the moon, district 9
we just call it the 9.
We got you up to a nine
900 miligrams of the stuff they put in batteries;
thats how we do it on the moon.
But doin that everyday,
over time:
that'll take a toll on a moon man's mind,
make me drift through space
back down there to your kind.
Not to mention it gives me nightmares.
They can put it in a moon man's blood
but it cant change a moon man's heart.
I fell in love with the war.
Not too long ago
I had only seen earth,
never been before.
All there's been is me,
some prayer,
some sin,
and this war.
They dope me up because they say I shouldn't be a soldier no more.
They say I lost my mind...
because I was in the war
waist deep
Shooting fire forty feet
no graivity; nothing i couldn't reach
burning everything i could see
Thats normal to me
They say if i go up again and fight without help in the war
I'll die for sure
and I dont know
Whether to come or go
All I know is i'm getting sick from drifting from place to place
The moon is a part of me
The moon is like another part of my mind
Polar opposite from the earth,
but I cant tell which is better.
Understandingly, doesn't matter what kind of home a child comes from
A child is still gon' yearn for home
Talent out of this world
Gon' have life cheesy easy, on a spoon
But they didn't know I was getting the milk for that craft from the moon
Now,
behold,
The cow
BOW!
I dont go back to the war to win
There aint no winner its just continuous
But its so splendid
So dangerous
Infinitely
More suited for me
Space suit for me
I dont take their dope
I just keep fighting this war on the moon...