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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=571757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Shameful Soldier</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look at me –<br>Besmirching the whites, <br>And tainting myself eruditely, <br>Adeptly, with black – or something somber<br>I am morose with my pen, <br>And never logical<br>Never witty nor a blissful man<br>I am a wounded soldier, <br>With my pen and pen alone, <br>Shall I dine with, <br>Sleep with, <br>With poetry, I make love to<br>And that is all about<br>The creeping despair that I hold<br>And embellish with my pen<br>-<br>Look at you –<br>You are never a ruptured soldier<br>Apart from I, ostracized –<br>You are a saintly fellow<br>Guised in the skin of a human<br>With no worries, <br>You do not sulk in defeat as much<br>As I am<br>You do not grieve for the loss of love<br>In the middle of the meddlesome warfare<br>How downtrodden I am, I do not know, <br>But one thing is for sure, sordidly, <br>I do not look pleasant with my pen, <br>For when I write words, <br>My skin aches<br>My heart twinges and syncs with misery<br>Despairing with my pen, <br>And my pen alone, slinging like a soldier<br>With an ardent rifle<br>The time is ripe, <br>But mine body is not – my innocence, <br>Where is it? I fathom to regain a part of it<br>In the time of my writing, like a soldier of redemption<br>And lose it once I felt the sudden urge<br>To write again in contemplation<br>-<br>And so, as you find life in these words<br>From a fainted poet who’s not even adequate<br>To be called a writer or a soldier, <br>I die once more – and then<br>With one more word from a lost lover, <br>I am revivified only to find<br>That as a soldier is dispersed into battle, <br>I face my demise over, and over<br>As if a vicious cycle of living, <br>And dying – in my words, with my pen, <br>And my troubles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Windsor+Guadalupe+Jr">Windsor Guadalupe Jr</a><div class=q>
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Besmirching the whites, 
And tainting myself eruditely, 
Adeptly, with black – or something somber
I am morose with my pen, 
And never logical
Never witty nor a blissful man
I am a wounded soldier, 
With my pen and pen alone, 
Sha..."></div>
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