FROM THE TRENCHES.... JUST ARRIVED - A LOST POSTCARD

Seems like a living hell , trying hard to thwart destiny's evil spell.

DRESS CODE FOR THE DAY.........STILL NO GUARANTEE. POSTCARD FROM THE BATTLEFIELD

Keep on marching you weary soldier, don't look back, you just go

far away from nowhere, still you've got million miles to go

What lies ahead? You don't want to know, just don't look back..........keep marching, just go, you just go.

FROM THE BATTLEFIELD............JUST IN

Here he comes,
battered and bruised, with a wounded soul
here he comes,
that's him, soldier of love
here he comes.


Fought valiantly for the cause,
he gave it all, without a pause
Lost everything he had,
his sanity, his peace
hoping some day
this bloody war would cease

Soldier of love tried it all,
in vain he searched
day after day, every single day
from dawn till the night fall
he tried it all, he gave it all


Here he comes,

battered and bruised, with a wounded soul

here he comes,

that's him, soldier of love

here he comes.

WHO AM I ??........THE ABYSS WITHIN

Am I a sea without a shore,
or a dream without a theme.
Am I a soldier without a mission,
or a priest without a lord.
Am I a song without a tune,
or a poet without words.
Am I a painter without an inspiration,
or an actor without a stage.

Am I a street without lights

or an abode without a roof

Am I a story without an end

or a journey without an aim.

NOTHINGNESS REVISITED !

am I a turbulent sea tossing underneath venomous dark clouds? Or am I a wilting leaf facing the wrath of a scorching sun beneath the summer skies? am I a shooting star burning bright and then fading away across the sky on a cold winter night ? or am I the only cab stranded in the middle of a lonely road to nowhere full of fright? am I that wounded soldier trapped in the deep bloody trenches of hell wanting to get back home to see all is well ?

THIS IS NOT A SERMON WITH SPRIKLE OF FIRE AND BRIMSTONE. THIS IS MINDS ODYSSEY INTO THE UNKNOWN.....BRAND PUNDIT