Imaginations

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The Warrior I am a warrior

of long ago. I walk the earth

and followed the flow /

of battle, of war, of all you know.

I am a warrior

of long ago.

I fought for you,

for your peace.

I fought with swords, with rusty blades, with fists of stone, with broken bones. With shattered spades I fought for you.

I am a warrior

of long ago.

I fought for your children, for their right to live, with killing blows.

I am the warrior of long ago.

I am the maa

you know no more.

-Derry

Audocity

A foaming, frothing ocean Rushes upon the shore.

Pushing, pushing, the water wantonly quells the innocent sand.

‘Then the ocean recedes, as if

satisfied with its work.

And prepares to Strike again.

-Anonymous

Serenity

A humming fan surveys the room from the coffe table.

Quietly it ushers away the smoke from my father’s cigarette.

The news just over.

Bad news, it is.

A few minutes of soon-to-be-forgotten stories of a strife ridden world.

The fan surveys the room, its sleak blades like a cool calm, wanting to deliver

some sort of message.

Waiting and watching, it seems. Oh, to be so powerfully serene.

-Anonymous

September 20th, 1990

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