"Born A Thousand Tears Ago" (Entry 386)

Born. 

A thousand tears ago. 

A thousand million light years away. 

A place blown to

A thousand million billion pieces 

In the Dymantism Conflict. 

That was the best thing to happen to it. 

It wasn't a town on a planet.

It was a breeding ground on a facility. 

Conceived in embrovats. 

Developed then sucked from the gel 

To dwell and be raised in optimum statis. 

Fed nutrients and knowledge. 

Extracted waste and individuality. 

Breed, born and betrayed. 

Genetically grown grunts. 

The best thing to happen to that place was when it was blown apart. 

Artificial wombs went boom!

I should know. 

One of their Spawned Warriors, made to order, made the order.

I pressed the trigger.

"Ashes" (Entry 377)

Ashes. 

She was used to seeing ashes. 

Fireplaces in every room of the big house where she worked. 

Lowly maid, cleaning grates, when she was younger. 

Much younger. 

Then she met him, in line at the pictures,

His face a picture as he offered her a cigarette. 

Knowing from that first moment. 

Together Forever. 

Ashes.

Happy cleaning her own fireplace. 

House proud. Proud of her life. 

Their own place. Home. 

Where they raised their family. 

Happy. Together Forever. 

Ashes. 

She washed the ashes from her devastated son's face,

As they climbed over the rubble of their home - 

Bombed, burnt to the ground - Blitzed. 

Knowing that as long as her family where at her side and 

He was fine on his far off duty,

They would build their home again. 

Happy. Apart for Now, but Together Forever. 

Ashes. 

She laughed along with her family 

As the ashes from Chinese lanterns landed gently around them. 

Fireworks shone in some exotic celebration. 

Singapore where she followed him on his last posting and 

She learnt about style, silk and sophistication. 

Happy. Together Forever. 

Ashes. 

She'd often brush the ash from his hair each morning

As he returned from late nights at the Foundry. 

Back in Blighty, saving hard

To put the children through good schools and colleges. 

Happy. Together Forever. 

Ashes. 

She cleaned the ash trays 

Filled to the brim after part-time work in the pub to pay for holidays and family presents and treats. 

Or those used at home in evenings with friends. 

A time full of music and dance

And Gin and Tonic and John Players and 

Benson and Hedges and Martini. 

Happy. Together Forever. 

Ashes. 

She was use to ashes,

But not like these. 

She stared into the Urn. 

Cough turned to blood which turned him ashen. 

Cancer. 

Cigarette ashes to ashes. 

Dust to Dust. 

Knowing one day, she'll be with his again. 

Happy. Together Forever.

Together Forever. 

Together. 

Forever. 

Forever. 

"My Bane" (Entry 320)

This pain. 

A strain in vein. 

My bane

To which I'm chained. 

So drained. 

Attempt to remain

Sane. 

It's the rain forever

On my plain. 

Will I ever gain?

I train my brain

To feign a campaign 

Of constrain. 

Hard to maintain. 

Let me explain. 

I scream out - 

A shout of words 

Profane and arcane. 

Don't want to complain. 

The inane pain

Has disdain 

For my aim. 

Runs free rein. 

I'm slain,

Once again,

In pain. 

"Life in Letters" (Entry 286)

Letters found
in an attic.
Written by hand unknown.
A century ago.
To fresh-faced feline-graced
belle.
A maiden fare,
who would flush a cheek
at the chaste kisses
The brazen beau seeks.
And yet,
months and time go on
and kisses turn to caresses.
Embolden by replies
and flitted flirting flick of an inky rise.
The courting "if I may"
turns to a fiancée's "I would like"
and on to a solider husband's saucy "I will take."
Then gone,
Letters stop.
As war wins this game.

"The Knightmares Quest" (Entry 173)

They diluted her dreams,
these shifting of shadows,
creating chaos by kneading knightmares and stirring her sleep.
They manipulated her mind until she screamed stop!
Time tumbled as she fought her fears and captured her consciousness.
Bedtime battle won.

"A Soldier's Soul" (Entry 164)

For on distant air, a breath is formed
and taken from the new hero born.
His wail of disconcerting depth.
a deepened cry of lover wept.
Then the sword, heavy in hand, blood dripped.
A soul departs as chest and life is ripped.
Lament on the fallen soldier born.
A story cut and now it's told.

"Father's Fable" (Entry 126)

A man made to be self-created.
Singer of choral chorus,
Made to wear the khaki too soon.

"A Movement in The Distance" (Entry 125)

All was quiet, apart from nature
Which never stops.
All of humanity, in this part of this island,
Was quiet. As it should be,
As they stood guard.
Then something moved
In the distance,
Beyond the barbed wires, missiles and armed forces.
Between sandstone buildings, something moved.
Flashlights searched out... A stray dog!
No. Not a stray... with an owner out after curfew.
An old hunched woman. A batty lady.
They sigh.
Too early!
She straightens and blazes round after round.
Night turns to day.
Fires, cries and someone or more dies.
Watch out
When something moves in the distance.

"Attention!" (Entry 100)

The victory of impact
will lead no more to
undefeated whimpers
Eaten away by the ghosts
Of decay, fighting to create
New cavities.
Here comes the cavalry!
To act of the drain
and weave in the futile.
There's a knack to celebration.
Return to barracks and
Barricade the world.

"Eden Eliminated" (Entry 91)

The birds stopped singing.
A sudden silence,
driven by madness,
hidden away beneath a cryptic cave - a secret bunker.
Begun by a button depress - depressing.
Over idiotic land dispute.
A-fence-on-my-boundary sort of bicker.
Foolhardy senselessness - that obliterated 'the fence'
and the whole garden with it.
They blew up the Earth.
Eden no more.