Robotic Analysis

by | Apr 9, 2009 | Poetry

A Soldier is not born he’s forged to be strong, he’s machine like, robotic, working hard, fast and long, but when machines break, they go terribly wrong. Their chassis are bent, broken, busted, Their control centres are short circuited, Their rhythm is lost, function...

Intensity

by | Apr 9, 2009 | Poetry

The surrealism of war. Extremities reached of; Life and Death Seen by few, glimpsed by more, But only the few relive horrors of War. A situation so dense in its objective nature, though its subjective matter lives forever, in the...

The Line

by | Apr 9, 2009 | Poetry

I’ve toed the line when on parade, I’ve walked the line of barricades. I’ve held the line during intense war, I’ve stood in line but what for? I am in line, when told to wait, I see the line, psychological debate. I stand in line, identity parade, Intravenous line,...

Recessionary Sales

by | Apr 9, 2009 | Poetry

Recession here again, not seen like this in years, if ever. Sales Begin. ‘New Year 2009, Sales start New Years Eve’. If however, the recession continues, Does the price paid for the life of a soldier, go up or reduce? An inflationary piece of political...

The Soldiers Heart

by | Apr 9, 2009 | Poetry

I’m older now, not a soldier anymore, though my heart beats its strength in reminiscences of a youthful glow. The heart is the soul of life. When you have heart you have purpose, But what is your purpose? When your direction is misguided The plan has to be self made,...