The silence is so deafening,
The wind refuses to blow,
The air is hanging heavily,
Without you this I know.

I look for some relief and hope,
But nothing comes each day,
The ***** windows mar the view,
There's nothing much to say.

Each day alone is smothering,
No moments filled with peace,
The laughter is so far away,
The suns sets in the east.

I reach to call so many times,
But know you're nowhere near,
I'll never see your smiling face,
Of this my biggest fear.

You need a spark inside the mind,
That makes you stop and take the time
To read the signs in between the lines.
You need a spark inside the mind.

You need a spark to lead a team,
To chase a common goal or dream,
Invision things never before seen,
You need that spark to get a ring.

You need a spark to have chemistry,
Or the relationship may be history.
Though the future is a mystery,
You need the spark for chemistry.

You need a spark for love to be kind,
The meaning of life is underlined,
You want that spark that ignited the first fire of mankind,
But that's a treasure hard to find.

Little children come skipping by,
With foot so fleet and sharp of eye,
Laughing, singing, living  they go,
What do little children know?

In the shadows and long in sun,
Worrying nowhere, having fun,
Never telling the  reasons why,
Sometimes little children cry.

See the colors of clothes they wear,
Blues and reds and bruises they bear,
What's the story behind the scenes,
Why  the little  children are mean?

Little children now march the beat,
Stamping wildly down the street,
Carrying banners with empty sayings,
No more little children now playing.

Why do they still wish to play,
What will now adults so say?
Someday they will turn aside,
Make their children want to hide,
But no more, and yet no best,
Little children put to the test.

1655

Conferring with myself
My stranger disappeared
Though first upon a berry fat
Miraculously fared
How paltry looked my cares
My practise how absurd
Superfluous my whole career
Beside this travelling Bird

There we stood, resplendent, in our articles of war
daring for a moment to forget the matters core--
that death and dying looming, like mountains in the night,
would be the grim reward for those who'd dared to fight.

The British expedition, in that humid august air,
would hoist the recognition of mankind's new despair;
the wave of Schlieffen's reckoning had broken us that day
and the yeoman of Agincourt had come and gone away.

We fought and bled and fought and died a day or two at Mons,
but soon retreat was sounded, a melody to pawns.
French soil stained in English blood and washed in English tears
then tilled by German cannons for four more ******* years

was less the blessing we first conceived, that bitter, deafening fall,
so late in 1914, when the Great War came to call.
The salient crumbled, frailly; a grave portent it seemed,
soon would come the Somme, Verdun, and horrors never dreamed.

Someday, someday far away
when all the pain has passed
beyond the sea, the sun the stars
I'll find you...love...at last

Though raging storm
or cosmic ray
may tear my limbs apart
my love for you they cannot sway
for you possess my heart

Our Earthly lives hold many fears
remorseless in their quest
to break apart the bonding years
for which we've stood the test

Those precious times together
cocooned in love's embrace
a breathless bead upon my brow
that falls upon your face

Remember me my Angel's dream
as soon my life is through
for every sinew of my soul
belongs alone to you.

Shakespearean fish swam the sea, far away from land;
Romantic fish swam in nets coming to the hand;
What are all those fish that lie gasping on the strand?

By dream I saw one of the three
Sisters of fate appear to me;
Close to my bedside she did stand,
Showing me there a firebrand;
She told me too, as that did spend,
So drew my life unto an end.
Three quarters were consum’d of it;
Only remained a little bit,
Which will be burnt up by-and-by;
Then, Julia, weep, for I must die.

There was an old person of Dean,
Who dined on one pea, and one bean;
For he said, 'More than that,
Would make me too fat,'
That cautious old person of Dean.