July 2011
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Brother
He dreamed of his triangular body,
the plain colour of beige
he remembered numbers
zero, seven and four
zero for infinity, an endless circle
seven for the number of days the gods gave us
four to form a square
his soul has more to bare
it was subconscience telling his mind,
my body, it’s in pain!
but my dearest brother,
your mind is perfectly sane
you put your past behind you
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For Constable Garret Styles
A salute
to all those who have lost their lives
but still live on
through their children,
that’s what creates them
love
love ends life
love takes all
back to their home,
right where the heart is
they may steal your being
but they can never steal your soul
unless you love
and gift it away.
A salute
to every man and woman
who chose their beliefs
for fairness
and justice
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