24 Apr 2022.Reading time 1 minute.
Mothers tosslast remains of comfort,nestled to their sonsnestled in the sun.Some Reaperbrought them to sleep.Somewhere in Hell,the fire yellsthe sounds for the knell,as the funeral burns, to thewalks towards the sea. As all masked facesare singing for lifelessness,in the emotionlessstances, to the stance of the patriotwarring to the war of caught soilin their eyes. As […]
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27 Feb 2022.Reading time 1 minute.
To the eyes, to the moonlit part of earthen eyelids that winter shut, that night had hid beneath where bones are forming trails in the scattered dirt. Life above, pages below written in the earliest hour, laid in the latest light. A soldier’s cross, a mother’s woe, while faces, the same in glance to what […]
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27 Feb 2022.Reading time 1 minute.
She runs, crawlsthe same pace as her infantthat starves in her hand.Counting the scarsembedded in the earth,where faces sink in their tears,where sicknessis a choir’s song. Counting the stretcheseither on a furthering roador this mother’s belly.Naming the markswhere a child escapedeither from heror from its home. A funeral, with the leavesleftover from a resented autumn.Much […]
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27 Feb 2022.Reading time 1 minute.
When will the lion’s jawsclose to the stench of a wound,while a mother’s arms are aflamefor the warmth of her child? While the soldier prayswhere the night stands still,in the sight of knees against sand,there are fatherswho grace the motherland. Bullets on paper,bombs to heat the shelter.Loneliness revisits the eyes,apart from unificationto the outskirts of […]
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24 Feb 2022.Reading time 5 minutes.
“When character is neglected for its objective value, then no matter the title to the leadership position, leadership, itself, becomes ruined.” – Modern Romanticism The definition of leadership is not meant to be subjective. Although, some fools will take the meaning of a thing that it defines itself to whatever a person says it means. […]
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13 Sep 2020.Reading time 1 minute.
The soldier crosses gapsOf bleeding wounds.Torn fleshAre numbered to the extremitiesFrom where crimson flows.His faceUpon the yellow horizon,The warm descensionOf a flame that is differentThan from those who aim for death,By that of the torch. Still, no brighter warmthThan the heartOf one soldier without the disguise,When he can mourn for the safety of his wife.A […]
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8 Sep 2020.Reading time 1 minute.
“How can bravery stand, when the flag burns? How can she, who I love, be placed atop the nation of a many? How can, when civil war breaks loose, I must withdraw from her arms to the plight of a salvation? To save all who could die, alongside. Rather, to quiet the beating drum of […]
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27 Jul 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.
“If any human was allowed to wander into privacy without restriction, we’d not be conquerors. Such is never the case when a human will protect what should not be touched by alien hands. For it is not the offense, though the defense, that ignites the war.” – Modern Romanticism
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10 Mar 2020.Reading time 3 minutes.
Love is the most successful tormentor, for even those who succeed within it, are tormented to belong to it. When a relationship fails, it is humans who have failed, not love. We are attached to love, giving into the torment, because flesh is more vulnerable than a home. Love cannot deceive, though love will also […]
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24 Jul 2019.Reading time 5 minutes.
I stand above a pool of someone’s blood and attempt to notice the faces, in the attempt of my question, coming forth in trembling syllables, “Who had caused this destruction?” A wasteland surrounds me in echoes of crying women. Of weeping men over the graves to their beloved, they too, sing out. They feel, as […]
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