rhythm

an epic of almost epic proportions.
a portion of history riddled with
distortions.questions left
unanswered and forgotten.
i thought you forgot not and
i was then wrong.an intermmitent
sad song to punctuate my life.two
three four and then maybe five
years of tears recorded in an archive.
knives,knives that take lives...
take mine.either blind my mind
or slice me nice.anything to find
a piece of peace between these blinds
that are cunningly effective at keeping
out the sun.

the neighbourhood wars.

friends and fiends!
hold hands and then pay your salutations.
how long can you fight?how many of your children
and nephews do you want to see die?
respect your bloody neighbour.
how sweet does blood smell on
your hands?
remember the americans?
remember the spanish?
the isralies?the iraqis?
pakistan?
if you condemn genocide,
then what is civil strife?
hide your shameful weapons
and wash those hands.

mr.vertical.

oh i am short!