Jul 23
(Original date: May 29,1997)
What is this you ask?
Ask not for knowing will only torment you.
Torment! Ha!
Torment is an old acquaintance
as familiar as a playground bully
from my childhood days…
or as classic as a rejection
from a high school sweetheart.
So do not threaten with such impotent words
Words will not suffice in this battlefield.
This dream came just like my medieval dreams seem to. I am a young peasant boy with trashy clothes and a ‘mop top’ hair do. I have black hair and its dirty – almost shiny & greasy. This time I find myself transformed into a knight on a black horse in the mist of battle. The words are my challenge – too whom, I do not know…
Tags: Dreams, Poetry
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