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MpoetB
40/M/New Zealand Perfectionist or Writers Block . I enjoy writing and going beyond my work with my poetry. Likes comments.. those don't really bother me. I hope that my work will quietly reflect upon you.
We watch the parachute Angels fall Fossil demons in mud they crawl Devil carved against one's back Pierced smack crucifix in heart of flack Drawer the words of a perfect Saint Reflect a blind soilder taint Blooded fields in the help of need Wounded souls slowly bleed To stand like God with courage and pride To be killed with the fear one will hide.
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
Soldier Taint ( The Soldier Purgatory )
Angels fall down to the ground Burning wings of ashes Words can be like a virus Like a ****** to the tongue If I knew I would die a thousand years in reign Walk the shadows of a broken soul Your burning suicidal Cold blooded hearted Like a crawling cancer How come you don't answer prayers Innocent peacekeeper Tenacious amok tyrant Let the world just fall upon a dream Angels fall down to the ground Burning wings of ashes Words can be like a virus Dying ****** of unspoken tongue.
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Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 10:33 PM UTC
****** to the tongue
King, Queen, honor of your Country Men The blind man's fate, while another man waits The reality, brutality, walk a line of mortality The blooded poppies in the fields I've seen I know i can't put a name to your face Guess you hold a your love one in place Wonder if she will ever be the same Did she call you, her sweetest flame Well you start to welled yours ocean eyes up The droplets fall from the soul punctured cup A father would of been so proud Every moment he hides the tears he ploughed Did you do it for your hearts dedication Mother sorry for no more family generation In the distance you can hear the soldiers wade Beating to the drums of a trumpet fade Bold and brave the words upon the grave When you took your life, so i could be saved The blooded poppies in the fields I've seen The reality, brutality, walk a line of mortality The blind man's fate, while another man waits King , Queen, honor of your Country Men Copyright 2018 MPOETB.
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Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 5:49 AM UTC
The Passchendaele Trumpet ( The Soldier Purgatory )