WAR
War and peace does it go, no one knows
From legend to myths to worries of Thor Viking God of war
What is war, does it have no meaning?
Where sons and daughters are trained to fight a system, where governments fail to parade
Where names of loved ones go to the grave
Does war ignite the fire, to unfold the targets that we have become
The exposure, the rapid response to destroy life our future
Where authority is given to people who sit in style, as people die for a country that has deserted them
No escape I am afraid, Who is to blame?
L STUART 09
Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 11:51 AM UTC
THE DAY THE INTERNET NEARLY BECAME MY FATHER
Dad where are you "No answer"
I have a question about life "No answer"
Dad how do I live and become a father "No answer"
Days months years go by "No answer"
I wonder to myself how would I become to know the questions of life
Wait someone says they will be answered
Eureka the time has come
To unveil the ultimate machine the internet the fountain of all knowledge
No more struggling to find unanswered questions
By a gentle push of a button I have a "FATHER"
Do I now have enough knowledge "Knowing the unanswered"
I think not yet, life is to short to know enough
But before I end a "FATHER" can not be replaced by a machine for better or for worse
L STUART 09
Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 11:46 AM UTC
LOVE
A word made up to bring pain
A dizzier to create suffering
Why do we love only to be left behind
Why do I fear to love
Does love know it hurts
Can love bring happiness
Have I entombed myself in a invisible bird cage, where there is no exit, no freedom
I watch my fragile life from a distance, knowing it will dissolve into dust
I still dream of places I once explored, where the sun never sets and the darkness never comes
My mind so strong, like iron horse men advancing into battle, knowing there is no return
LARRY STUART 09
Feb 6, 2010
Feb 6, 2010 at 12:07 AM UTC
THE SEA
So vast, so merciless, yet so graceful.
What secrets do you hide in your mystic depths?
Where the waves roar on wasteland shores
And the ****** sands are still as white as snow
Ancient galleons lie deathly quiet
With tales of lost treasure deep inside its hull
Sails ripped and savagely torn from the winds of long ago
Forgotten mariners still sail their ghostly ships
never to plunder the shores again.
BY LAZA O9
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 2:26 AM UTC
A SOLDIER
A man born from flesh and blood
Ordered to **** with no regret
As the giant cannon ***** fly, screams of terror hollow in the distance trenches
In the blistering heat
He trudges through the valley of lost souls
Looking at death straight in the eye
Knowing deep inside there is no surrender
Adreline begins to pump through his veins with great heist
The sharp splintered ammunition waiting to feed the hungry giant spring gadgets
Waiting to rip flesh from bone
Behind the trigger he lays analysing the ****** field before him
He sees the paralysesd faces of small children, running towards him arms open wide
His thinks what can I do
He closes his tired eyes for a second, he runs screaming get down
Nothing happens, blood starts to flow from his jagged wound
He cries out for help lying in empty hole, as vultures fill the clouded sky
He knows now his on his own
As darkness prevails vanquishing the perfect light
He lays his head down to sleep.
Droplits of blood soak through morning mist
the smell of burnt flesh fills the air
He awakes from his deathly sleep to fight another day
LARRY A STUART 09
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:00 AM UTC
BEYOND
When we go to the beyond
where the next mountain lies
Do we fear what is on the other side?
For whatever comes our way is it not adventure
Through death and beyond beauty never dies
For what beauty we see is to some only a dream
to us it is what keeps us sane
Where merciless mountains reign above all and shadow what we know
by Gods grace we stand - but never alone
Laza 09
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 10:56 AM UTC
LIFE
I ask you as I begin, how would you describe LIFE?
For me the word "Euphoria" comes to mind in a weird sense.
Have we become our own narrators forbidden to live our own rehabilitated LIVES?
Does LIFE for some have no meaning, where laws have incarcerated in the hearts of people who declare our own existence?
We somehow fly a flag of nations, of countries what does it represent?
Peace new LIFE or a pushchair war?
Seems to me LIFE has become a class of its own distinction, never knowing its own ending.
Is money the ultimate ruler of our hormonal LIVES?
At the end do we desire what we fear the most?
LAZA 09
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 3:23 AM UTC
RAIN FORREST'S WHERE HAVE YOU GONE
Paradise on earth where have you gone
Over the misted green mountains where you once grew
Standing like ancient cathedrals bowering to the stars above
Silo-wets dazzled in your crowded light
Bashful colours of green fade to grey
Saviors of the human race
Where have you gone
Fossilized from where you had come
Has fire become your enemy, man your ruler
Dust to dust you return
Waiting for the perfect time to rise again
LARRY A STUART 09
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 2:29 AM UTC