Saturday, March 27, 2010

fighting fury.


feels like im walking down a never ending battlezone.

no longer sure about who's the enemy.

This poem is for every soul thats had to continue one, despite all the odds.

For the girls that cried themselves to sleep.

the boys who watched the girls of their dreams fall in love with another.

The hours spent on preening, only to be cancelled on.

The lonely hearts that so desperately want to fall asleep in a world of white starry dreams only to be woken up by another lonely heart, ready to connect.

for the minutes, hours, days, weeks and years you spend hoping.

for everytime you said you were ok, when you werent.

A Soldier

There is discipline in a soldier

you can see it when he walks,

There is honor in a soldier

you hear it when he talks.

There is courage in a soldier
you can see it in his eyes,
There is loyalty in a soldier
that he will not compromise.

There is something in a soldier
that makes him stand apart,
There is strength in a soldier
that beats from his heart.

A soldier isn't a title
any man can be hired to do,
A soldier is the soul of that man
buried deep inside of you.

ChenMan. Artistic revolt.

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