Words on a page -fixed

sistanumsysistanumsy Posts: 218
edited March 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
What was done or finished
The job never complete
Tasking away each hour
no regret, finding repeat
New things old things
All the same, so it’s not
I may need a rifle, say
To protect the garage
So many around a bit
Closer than I used to see
Weather hold out just two
Trips longer, some musta
Died I see, blessed hope
Breezen, a night without
Light looking confused
Over the Lookout over
Uh here see mountains
Gracious, glory and good
K-The lost will do their best to get home, if they are loved. To our soldiers who have given what they had.
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  • Interesting, sistanumsy. :) It's very appropriately titled and to me, it reads as a bunch of different throughts that somehow relate to eachother. I like it and I was particularily fond of this part:

    "I may need a rifle, say
    To protect the garage"

    Good commentary on the product of a sheep-like, fear-mongering society (at least that's what I'm reading from it---I could be WAY off). :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • sistanumsysistanumsy Posts: 218
    Interesting, sistanumsy. :) It's very appropriately titled and to me, it reads as a bunch of different throughts that somehow relate to eachother. I like it and I was particularily fond of this part:

    "I may need a rifle, say
    To protect the garage"

    Good commentary on the product of a sheep-like, fear-mongering society (at least that's what I'm reading from it---I could be WAY off). :)

    Thank you. The bit about the rifle is on the money. The rest is from the eye.
    K-The lost will do their best to get home, if they are loved. To our soldiers who have given what they had.
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