The Nationalist
yumado | February 16, 2010
Bound at the wrists, Mounted upon my horse, I had been escorted from my home.
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The Battle of Vorochta
yumado | February 4, 2010
On my knees, I stare at my saber, Forever stained with the blood of my enemies. With the blade of another at my throat, I wait here, patiently.
The Steppe Father
yumado | February 4, 2010
Brothers lost, Lands soaked in blood, Sometimes I forget why I go on. Riding through the steppes,
Condensation Nuclei
yumado | November 5, 2009
Sitting in the steppes, Absorbing nature’s tears, I look up and see the moon, Thinking hope is just over the horizon.
Toe. Heel. 1, 2, 3.
yumado | July 24, 2009
Toe. Heel. 1, 2, 3. I’ve got your eye. Toe. Heel. 1, 2, 3. You’re impressed. Toe. Heel. 1, 2, 3. You shuffle back and spin. Toe. Heel. 1, 2, 3. I’m down on one knee. You sit on the other. You kiss me on the cheek. Your beads spill all over.