every word a blow
every look a shock
waking my sleepy mind
the roar of the war-planes
again fill the night
fear of tragedy
fear of being alone
every look a shock
waking my sleepy mind
the roar of the war-planes
again fill the night
fear of tragedy
fear of being alone
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Re: scraping out of tragedy
Thu, May 1, 2008 - 3:57 AMslap in the face
all else seems
trivial
waking my
sleepy mind
real tragedy
the ultimate
fear of
the alone -
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Re: scraping out of tragedy
Thu, May 1, 2008 - 8:36 AMmost alone in a crowded room
delightfully so
full metal meditation
in full faced hall
alone in bed
in the middle of the grey
tears provide comforting warmth -
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Re: scraping out of tragedy
Thu, May 1, 2008 - 12:50 PMalone in a crowded
marriage
the middle of a
construction job
is never lonely
during the light
of day
on the edge of
bombs bursting
in air must leave
the senses totally
aware
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