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I Cry For The Celeb.

Do you remember crying in your beer for a dead star you thought you might know today. Do you cry for a celebrity who brings no joy, never makes you happy, but somehow does the business, whilst I sit with my ugly self-imposed version of doom

Rise Of The Water Beasts

Rise of the water beasts by the thousand they sit in small brown boats upon the canals from the housing estates of overpopulation they are cast now, rootless being, segregated and untreatable, the days of sinister national panic had arrived the beginning of the end.

The Warrior of Poetry News

I am pleased to tell you after a period of illness the Warrior of Poetry is returning to write poetry for his site, a brave comeback after being unwell, a return comeback poem from the Warrior of Poetry.

Amidst the disorienting whirl of words, They aim to ensnare, like Anaconda’s coil, To unsettle the mind, sow confusion’s seeds,
In this ‘lemming time’ they call it so,
Where evil threads unwind, and spirits tire.

But let the friendly spirits freely roam, With good intentions guiding every step, For in their gentle glow, malevolence shall flee, Like broken branches scattered on barren land,
Awaiting the freedom of resilient hearts, Those who, unyielding, stand in the face of discord.