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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