Marineair's Musings for Wednesday, January 27, 2010

By Marineair - About Me - E-mail this page - Add to My Favorites - Add to Blog List - See other blogs in Poetry

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

The Desert: March of the Red Dagger

March of the Red Dagger An eve of peace, an hour’s rest In a trenchline of dirt and mud Boots unlaced and eyes unmet The strong become undone Harrowed faces, slack jaws Withheld breaths at last released Another temple, another haven Another thought spared for the deceased The dead all wait in... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by Marineair at 6:53 PM | add or view comments (1) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

The Desert: The Demon's Smile

The Demon’s Smile Violence has a color Blindness ripped away from me Now I see it everywhere Caged aggression possesses me I am become Rage Veiled in uniformity Bridled in rank and title Painted with righteous patriotism Proud to serve, but how I’ve changed Innocence ripped and torn Now feel it... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by Marineair at 2:36 AM | add or view comments (1) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Headlines (What is this?)