Poem -
War Stories
Dare To Dread
An art and craft takes on a new edge,
As, grey belongs to a suspect pledge.
Feeling is numbed by risky slumbers,
With dice sharing hastened numbers.
Gambling on life breeds a contempt,
For self-help, with any futile attempt,
To, free one of chains gifting the sin,
Where romance turns from true win.
In shadows, loss is defined as gain,
When released is the pleasant pain.
From a sight is gone all ever known,
As, allied rat eats fleshed-out groan.
Devoured is want for making more,
With scarred excess lifting the war.
Defences are laid bare by a threat,
Which lures prey into assured debt.
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Comments
Such sophisticated language ....wonderfulÂ
The " BATTLE OF THE HEART " inflamed versus " THE HEAD " !! Suave sophisticated debate replaced by intense scrutiny of ones lust and desire, set against personal safeguards, and forward planning of comforts. The wish to be " entertained " by attraction and distraction over-coming any natural reluctance to get involved with characatures, of devious intent, even tyranny. Wishing to impose deep-seated complexities into what should be a care-free pleasure, sensually or sexually. The " passion " of loving and care jetisoned for masterly control mechanisms, to influence rewards from climax of games and physical bonding.
The STRAIGHT PATH is removed for " divergent " culture, of frantic exposure, to short-term " high " based on a want of better, through pleasing " parties " or " partners " to improve your lot, in life. Quickly. And, mercifully, considering previous incarnations of romantic escapade. A return to long term commitment, with natural outcomes, viewed as the best in application of time, as well as body...and mind.
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