Untitled #13...a poem by Glenn Ghiazza
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wintry mix, well fuck that shit
let loose the hounds and don't lose hope
full steam ahead it is my friend
and damn to hell that slippery slope
a deluge sunders heart and mind
so ride the crest and surf the swell
ferocious gale or salty brine
the battle's on, go give it hell
inferno that we hurtle towards
that searing mass of false intrigue
it's this and that and then some more
so soldier on, don't claim fatigue
ashes burn, a filthy scar
sense memory, a long lost trail
we forge a path, let’s not forget
the bloody war from which we pale
a maelstrom that surrounds us all
and draws us to the great abyss
there is no rest or sweet respite
it‘s life or death or sweetest bliss
and so we stop and draw a line
the shifting sand, it’s hunger shorn
it buries life’s forgotten souls
and from it springs a life reborn
© 2013 Glenn Ghiazza.
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Glenn Ghiazza is an enigma. Discover more of his work at http://saxophotography.com or
http://lacucinacastano.com
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