So going through all my old journals since 2009... wow has life been a blast or what? My goodness! I maintain I don't need to watch Shortland Street because I'm living a much more dramatic existence. Goddam life/spiritual war, I would like it to go and die in a fire.
Anyway...
So found this gem that I thought I'd share. Obv apologies for lack of editing, I do that, and if I had time for things such as sleep and fun times this yr then I would also probably do more editing (ok lies) but without further ado...
Dream world
Sometimes it's easier to imagine
When my mind is free to roam
What you could have done, been, given
your life to
Sometimes I think that you could've been a soldier
You could've taken up arms and charged the hill, committing
travesties unspeakable
to the enemy in the name of the fair
goddess - Justice
That you died with victory and valour, a hero
among friends
honoured for years
and years after by your
quivering countrymen.
You could've merged with your computer
games, computing your next move in
concordance
with your robotic platoon. Then something
blasts
and something blinks and you'd
have another
life
through a first aid box.
If only
you got extra life
tokens for real
Sometimes I think you've gone
to join the occupy movement or
something
equally enriching.
You've gone to save the world with a silent
protest against money, against the
passage of time.
I imagine you as a martyr, setting out
to the Diet of Worms
espousing
your grandiose
ideas and
slashing stiffs
with tongues of truths
as
a sword through the bullshit.
Now locked away in memories
Little brother, between your dreams
and mine
Your adventures will be
better
than life itself
