soldier Tank i've had a wonderful idea! i am only ever going to wear camoflauge dungarees and when people ask me if I am a soldier, i will say: "What's my name?" And they will say: "Tank!" And when they ask me who's army, I'll say my own. now if that's not a dizilydizope idea, i don't knizow whizat is! 000920 ... startfires onward christian soldiers 001005 ... typhoid onward buddhist priests... gosh, i thought i recognized you from somewhere... 001006 ... Sarah I'm alone Sitting with my broken glass My four walls follow me through my past I was on a Paris train I emerged in London rain And you were waiting there Swimming through apologies I REMEMBER SEARCHING FOR THE PERFECT WORDS I WAS HOPING YOU MIGHT CHANGE YOUR MIND I REMEMBER A SOLDIER STANDING NEXT TO ME RIDING ON THE METRO I was smiling as you took my hand So removed We spoke in France Minutes passed with shallow words Years have passed and STILL THE HURT Minutes passed with shallow words Years have passed and STILL THE HURT I can see it now.. smiling as you pulled away.. SOR-RY I REMEMBER THE LETTER WRINKLED IN MY HAND "I'LL LOVE YOU ALWAYS" FILLED MY EYES I remember walking along the Seine Riding on the metro I REMEMBER A FEELING COMING OVER ME THE SOLDIER TURNED THEN WALKED AWAY FUCK YOU FOR LOVING ME RIDING ON THE METRO 020113 ... Sarah Listen children to a story that was written long ago bout a kingdom on a mountain and the valley folk below. On the mountain was a treasure buried deep beneath a stone, and the valley people swore they'd have it for their very own. Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of heaven, justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowin' come the judgment day on the bloody morning after one tin soldier rides away. So the people of the valley sent a message up the hill asking for the buried treasure, tons of gold for which they'd kill. Came an answer from the kingdom: "With our brothers we will share all the secrets of our mountain, all the riches buried there." Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of heaven, justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowin' come the judgment day on the bloody morning after one tin soldier rides away. Now the valley cried with anger; mount your horses, draw your sword, and they killed the mountain people, so they won their just reward. Now they stood beside the treasure on the mountain, dark and red, turned the stone and looked beneath it. "Peace on earth" was all it said. Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of heaven, justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowin' come the judgment day on the bloody morning after one tin soldier rides away. 020113 ... ClairE The first poem I wrote was about a soldier. 020114 ... peachmelba cloud strife 041114 ... j no longer my concern. 090327 what's it to you? who go blather from