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A Soldiers Mind
I've slept and woke through trials and hardships,
given my pain, do I deserve to sleep?
The rot of my mind smells of crushed parsnips,
Pungent but pleasant, to me it's a feast.
Rally in despair, a Spartan prepared,
given nothing but a mind full of hope.
I've taken my fear, gone! Poof! In thin air,
And walked through the valley's filled with red dope.
Through the eye's of a Soldier, bui...
Monday 1st July 2024 6:57 pm
Lifting The Lid
Lifting The Lid.
dreaming
of Oberon and Titania
on this warm midsummer night
in the empty house
the attic was full of rats
and ablaze with light
stepping carefully
around the marbles
scattered across the floor
on the table
a pack of cards
with jokers and aces missing
a bowl of nuts
a plate of crackers
a drawer of loose screws
the rocking chair
stilled
by sawing off it...
Sunday 29th March 2015 8:35 pm
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