"matchete" poems
Standing by the sea
I watch and see.
Standing by the sea
This weary eye see.
Standing by the sea
I see clearly;
A matchete, finger
Rose
Standing by the sea
Flashes of the
Sky's Phoenix
Standing by the sea
I see waterloo.
Standing by the sea
I see my captain
Standing by the sea.
Little drums here and there
A wail there a tear there.
Standing by the sea
I feel Hiroshima's glazing glare.
Standing by the sea
I see a sequined glove
Dancing on 25 downtown avenue.
Standing on the sea
I see my worlds
Pertinent desires.
Standing by the sea
I was, am and is.
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 4:07 AM UTC
Get thee up.stand up young, stand old, stop being a caward.
Yeah your morale are hidden uncover them you can't and won't lose fight on.
Even when you lose your matchete you have your hands fight, fight even with your enemy who is fear. Overtake and subdue him.
Your potentials can be turned into reality match on. Take hold of
courage
and you will win the battle.
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 2:56 AM UTC