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Eternal Dusk

In the twilight of eternal dusk, so cold and vast

Where the night stretches mercilessly, shadows cast

Wanders Conan the barbarian on a path so dire

Lost in the storm of a cruel fate, ensnared by fire

Shadows lengthen, dark serpents glide

Echoes of the past are screams that cannot hide

In the vortex of a destiny wrapped in anguish tight

The steel of his blade mirrors terror’s f...

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For Peace

we have to fight a war
against terror
against psychological terror
against psychopathical leaders
we have to fight a war

United Nations Office for Disarmament Affairs (UNODA)


 

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Light

Sometimes I wonder if you ever loved me

I wonder if you ever felt the way I felt for you

Sometimes I wonder why you stayed by my side so long 

Why did you watch my light slowly die

And then blamed me when it was all gone

Sometimes I wonder why did you fall in love with someone else when you had somone by your side who gave you all her life who gave you her heart

Then I realize th...

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The Toys Of War

From the land of the wall wishing brave, 

where braves are no longer welcome,

or this, our island of explorers 

who now wish these sea shores were 

fringed with endless rows of closed doors,

have migrated many mantras of woe

fired forth from the business of diplomatic show.

 

And so, below the same stars 

beneath which some mothers starve 

- but not ours -

some wil...

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Humanity

I was standing in line
at check-in
at the bakers
queuing for the morning bus
for water              
in the hope of a job

I was buying flowers for my love
drinking coffee
smoking a cigarette
wondering where the next meal
would come from

I was going to tell the boss to stick it
smiling at the memory of you
feeling the sun on my face
wishing blessings on the day

when

the bomb...

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SHELL SHOCK

The whistle blows to sound the charge

and over the top they bustle and barge,

covered from head to toe in mud

and soon tainted with flesh and blood.

 

Up the ladder with slippery rungs,

a scream of rage from terror filled lungs,

adrenalin coursing through every vein

with the fear of not coming back again.

 

Knee-deep mud sucking boots from feet,

tangled in barbed w...

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Fear

There in the corner of the black beneath my bed

There lies a box not the size of my head
From within lurks a creature, never seen before
hind legs in the air and chest to the floor
 
The blood in my head, heavy and warm
Like the breath of the air prior a storm
Locked in place, I feel a prick on my neck
An aura behind me I'm unable to check
 
Pushing me under, I've no ...

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U.F.O.

U.F.O.

 

Strange hazy shapes in the rainy sky dancing lights in the dark of night,

who knows what it means, what they are?

Impossible accelerations and crazy manoeuvres in a second, no plane can do those.

It is the element of the unknown, so scary and dangerous.

People tell of strange beings coming in the night, of sharp objects and needles and of terrible pain.

Nightmare drea...

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MQ-9

seen through the columns of rising smoke

the intention couldn't be clearer

 

while the tattooed roads wear the organic stains

as footholds for a memory of fallen phosphor rain

 

yet more caustic the harvest we reap

from the drone-grown, crone wept bones

even as the stone groves grow over the dead hope of

the pebble eyed children in their dreamless sleep

 

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Terrorism And My Garden

 

The final  victory over terrorism,

As well as over communism,

Leading to expansionism,

We’ll celebrate not after killing

Lenin, Stalin or Osama bin Laden,

But after stopping that bitch who pisses in my garden.

 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

The 18th of November, 2011

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