Often we stumble and fall,
Failing to see the reason behind it all...
The mind starts playing a wicked game,
Thoughts we cannot seem to tame.....
The demons seem to rise,
but still..
Silently hidden in a surreal disguise....
Is it a beast that is trapped?
Or is it one big mystery waiting to be unwrapped.....
The thought is that we have got it right,
Negligent of the loss in plain sight........
So be sure to know the lucid history,
Because there are two sides to every story.......................................

i heard what you told me
but i saw your eyes...
then i read what you wrote
and now i wish mine were blind.

War is like a debate with two sides,
Arguing in the form of blood,
Red like the lava from a volcano, deadly and painful,
With the roar of massive tanks, like a lion roaring at it's prey,
And with the screams and cries of the dying, what a sorrow sight it is,
Although war can be catastrophic,
Emerging from it could compensate
With new ideas and new designs.