‘Edenbray in Exile’
A Retrospective Anthology of Poetry, Articles and Essays
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gangster aSSaSSiN SPY
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Once stated that I was a gangster
I didn’t protest I didn’t struggle
As I might have once bared or even cared
How could I with my mean streak?
A cruel streak, a grey streak,
A dark streak, bloodied and gristle
Like something you might pass
To the edge of your plate unwanted
But I loved my mothers cuddle
Imagined, felt or struggled
We always left strained and muzzled
And here we are as a group of filings
Drawn to a north pole magnetic
A candle burning, shining hope
And warmth for our hearts ease
So easy to please, filled honestly
Yes, with emotional disease
And everything is a named disease
A disease labelled and sorted
A love true, tied and thwarted
Like limbs bound, aborted
Silent feeling rushing into a green sea
And in the sea bathing the sparkled moon
Shook its fist and waved its anonymity
Like paving stones in the desert
Like sun flares cavorting golden
Like maids abandoning discretion
Bronze warriors laying down arms
For a brief fleeting and then sober
Hard, heavy and cruel, no one is better
For a life lived with no art and no heart
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writtenbyedenbray26.09.2013
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#Authors Note : To be honest I questioned myself long and hard on this piece as to whether it had merit and enough quality to warrant selection for the current Retrospective. I mention this, fully aware that knowledge of such consideration might prejudice the opinion of the piece by the reader but also aware that whatever my opinion may be or however that opinion is shaped, I am fully committed to the notion that I am entirely dependant on my readers to determine what they appreciate or otherwise.
The piece itself slips into the Prog-prose classification but not ‘jazz’ as despite remaining avant-garde with no obvious rhyming tenor the wording is traditional and phrased. It is a curious piece – hope you enjoy!
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