Monthly Archives: June 2016

The March Of Blood And Feet

The trapezoid, and all sides are measured by the wise hands. Too long- gone are the ends of the Earth. The march of blood and feet are essentials to the victors of wars.   2016

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The Peculiar Bard

The road doesn’t know me. I am his stranger. The sound of my voice is distant. I utter unusual words. The clouds in my eyes turned grey. I can’t see you anymore. The things I write are castles and sands. … Continue reading

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Jetlag

I’m on a couch, sitting and feeling sleepy. I’m in a room, trying to fight the boredom. I’m on the world where minds are free to think. I’m on my own and I don’t like what I feel.   2016

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