A military
Garrison of all
That isn't lovely
And of good report
Has built a fort
In my center of gravity
Repels all the attacks
Of techniques
And philosophies
Sends out raiding parties
To commit mini atrocities
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Mutley Ravishes (
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Makes me think of the battlefield of the mind. Great write, enjoyed reading
Thank you. It feels like a war somedays!
That's the truth!
This poem is well constructed and sends its message so poetically
Thanks a million, Soren!
Brilliantly crafted. The metaphor, crystal clear in so very few words! The internal war rages on! Well done! 🌹👏
Indeed it does! Thanks for dropping by.
You are most welcome, my friend!
...possession and occupation of sorts 🙏🏻🕊️
For sure! I guess I invited them in....., not always knowingly!
I guess allowing something is kind of like a passive invitation. Brings to mind open cities in times of war- survival mechanisms of sorts. 🙏🏻🕊
Survival mechanisms of sorts - that's a great insight. I've read that addicts do what they do to survive, paradoxically. (I have some experience of this myself). Oh to awaken from the darkness of ignorance and its aversion and craving!
Good thoughts your way🙏🏻🕊️
Good political poem.
Well, I guess that's another way of seeing it! The "war" raging inside me has been going on for a long time.....
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