[a poetry collection]
a dance to the fleeting emotions,
notes to the music of life,
a story of everything felt and told
yet still,
so many stories;
so very untold.
Of nights spent in solace
of people so much more.
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Bricks of glass, make shift house of cards; Lost in the corridors of; maze of misery Lousy days of dread; stone cold- Filling the cellars of my dreams. What else shall slip through? In humour I ask, the drops of blood on my palms. The last of us fumbling; breaking at the breeches. .
Axes smeared with blood; terminates on this soil, the arteries of soul merry. .
The platoon blessed, brought the dying comrade; A bullet pierced dying heart pot of nectar from heavens. .
Comrade shall live; Rejoicing the army must make believe; A tin can of night's wonders; To the hungry soul un-fed Even the moon seems a loaf of bread. .
Of glee we dreamt; poured on the sands of destiny; We shall live Ploughing among the stones; Building castles on sand; We came a long way- or so I thought! Comrades- Only the cowards dine in hell; For we desire to live. .
Play it over again, As many times as fate shall wish, The cassette of misery on a loop. I promise to thyself, To live to tell the tale.
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