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A War To Be Won
Happiness is victory
Though I won't win every battle
I will win the war.
Wednesday 3rd March 2021 1:48 am
Just A Feeling
There is no winning or losing possible
Only what we let go of and what we keep,
Because we don't know the final outcome
Or the purpose of anything.
And positivity and negativity are as good as each other
When nothing much matters,
So it all comes down to not what we want to be or have
But what we want to feel.
Sunday 31st January 2021 1:30 am
To There
To there,
And from there to there,
And there,
And finally to there.
Sunday 20th December 2020 1:07 am
MAKE SUCCESS
At the end of everything
Some results come to gain
Thus, you can get experience
How to deal with same again
Don't think, it was so difficult
Just use your own brain
Be ready for every possible
Don't tell me "but in vain"
If you can say "I decide it"
The desert turns green
Then you'll exert success
Surely will forget the pain
Monday 4th February 2019 1:53 pm
The Garden
The Garden
The violets speak softly to me,
They whisper to remember who came before,
The tiger-lilies interrogate me,
They say that spring pastures are no more,
The violet flowers inspire me to see my powers pure,
With the gifts that Venus pours my beauty will adorn,
The tiger-lilies scratch and chase me,
They say my will is cracked and torn,
The...
Thursday 23rd June 2016 5:13 pm
Phoenix
Phoenix
You set my sails ablaze,
How can I not feel hate?
My wings are singed, I cringe,
My throat is dry, I cry,
Why did you cause such pain?
Did you not my trust my ways?
My reflection is maimed,
The hope you did deflate,
The energy fades,
The Light of Heaven diverts away,
I guess I’ll have to wait,
The urgent message on delayed flight,
The r...
Thursday 23rd June 2016 5:09 pm
You can't Streep poverty under the carpet... - NaPoWriMo Day 9
A silence fell upon the city,
contorted shadows twisting moonlight.
Stuttering in a speakeasy seemed so misplaced
bottles rattled flickering like Fedora feathers
in an unforgiving wind.
The wretched odour of deprivation
a stench that sticks and degrades ones existence.
Even by day this city remains a lifeless sap
and by night the vampires feast on th...
Tuesday 9th April 2013 4:44 pm
What is this you call victory?
What happens when a triumph
doesn't ring like titanic trumpets?
Hopes remain Titanic,
exceptional, erroneously erred
and sinking with realisation.
I decapitated depression, deep
...Tuesday 8th November 2011 11:25 pm
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