if it were to be,
my last day on earth.

i would wish it to be like
this....
gray flannel clouds,
set against a blue,blue sky.

puddles, glassiene,
on the ground
and water dripping,
an unsteady rhythm,
from leaf to leaf,
to ground...

there is a...
soft edged feel
to the world,
newly cleaned,
full of promise and hope
and the scent of frangipani.

if it were my time,  
i would love to leave
on a promise,
of hope and frangipani...
wouldn't you?

it is the day
after
rememberance day

the day when....
those who fought
in jungles and desert sand,
in the air and on the sea
who fought for king, country
and land.

those who....
stood shoulder to shoulder
proud and straight and strong,
on parade grounds,
before,
embarking off to battle....

those who....
watched mates,
fall, suffer and die...

those who....
pulled the trigger
amd killed men,
who in basic essense,
where just like them.
who had swethearts, families, lives...

those who......
returned,

this is the day after rememberance

this is the day, they begin
to, try to forget....they pack
away, the horror, the panic,
the regrets....
pack them down,
pack them down,
into a tight little ball
so they can move on, move
forth....
walk in the world
of all the other, brighter
every days....

this is the day....this is the day...this is the day....
to begin to forget anew....

we stand in silence,
as the bugle calls,
out across this seat of learning.

lost in gratitude,
to warriors past
and present....
who live now,
in vallaha's halls.
and those returned...
and those few...
still missing...

we stand and think,
of those families,
their sacrifice and loss.

we remember wars past....
and pray for the cessasation,
of present conflict..

and then we move on,
with our day.....with hearts
both sad and grateful.

A wall made of bricks, a field they call Hopes,
the structure between certainty and distance goals.

Ms. Dawn and Sir Dim see one way to get across,
climb over the obstacle at any possible cost.

All attach to the wall and want to rise up as well,
the common mindset is: keep moving people don't dwell.

Seeing all the commotion one person stares at the ground,
planning to dig a hole to discover the unforeseen town.

At the sight of the differ path the digger took on his own
all started to direct to him with a superiority tone.

The man had but one answer to the judgement of them all:
why would I climb a wall when I can just dig a hole?

I want to be selfish for once, to get drunk from my needs
and soak on my wants. To get high from My Love and
wrapped up on my life.

I want to be greedy at last, to drown on self love and
asphyxiate on my laughs. To be exhausted from my
joys and depleted from good vibes.

I want to be narrow minded tonight, to feel voiceless
from speaking up and drained for being who I am.

I need to be ego centered and obliterate all my flaws,
to eliminate all the stares and feel I'm above them all.
It's time to be selfish and begin to live for me, they all
have their lives on play while mine's stuck on repeat.

To the one that might read this line,
I confess I don’t know this rhyme.
Will I ever stop?
Will this verse just drop?
I won’t write this line to be nine.