the rise of the Lankans

we didnt drift away to die like they wanted us to
stupid little islanders
trading coconuts and fish they thought
they cast us aside like a used condom
they left our bones in the open like an eaten fish
they were here to take over, to use, and abuse

yet we did not fail
we stood up against their onslaught and we protected that which was their main target
our pride
we as lankans stood forth and faced a common enemy
we made them stand up and take notice
of the pride that some little speck of an island's inhabitants could have

we were glorious in our victory
watching them recede like a wave recedes from the shore
yet we are still gripped in that energy of hate
with no way to expend that energy
so we turned upon ourselves

the pain seared through his body


he couldnt watch it!

hes my father! you hear me you bastards??!!'

let me through!!



but they didnt hear

they were too far away

too caught up in the fight

with their plastic rifles

and polished whistles



He counted mercs

one, two, three, four, five

breath rattled

Wander

Writing to relax. I try to write through the annoying sound of the e mail alerts on tru tap.. Thats annoying. Im hearing faraway trance. Mixed in wit a bit of rock now. Its the opening of a dire straits song. I think its money for nothing.

the fan is twisting above my head. I can see it through the mosquito net. On my single but quite strangely authentic looking four poster bed. The linen is white. And my glasses case and book. Are on top of it.

i just wrapped two toilet paper joints. The toilet paper was crumbly and soft. The weed was tough. Wel at least its twigs were. The stuff was good. I whacked em both. But theres still some left. Although as far as joints go, the two i wrapped were small. It was too hard to make the toilet paper hold steady for a big one.

my thoughts traveled to africa. To the book i was reading. Although i feel a bit pretentious writing this down. My glass case is red. And my thoughts have now truly begun to wander.

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One day im jamestown, a land so far away. There was no regrets for anyone cos they had dropped them all one day. They got tired of feeling sad. They forgot that was a lie that, being happy was being bad.
and there they lived in jamestown till the desert sands invaded the land and swept them all away