During the days of war.
Soldiers fight so bravely.
Until the region reach a form of agreement.
We know the scriptures lay out many great things.

One is a greatest comment.
Spoken by the greatest prophet to ever be.

Peace I leave with you.
And that personal self was unselfish.
Not as the world gives it.
But in the ways he shared it.
And instructed us to abide by it.

Love dictates many things.
That guides people in many ways.
Peace solves things.
Love enhances it.

Peace intimidate.
Love solves mistakes.
But those that dives head first.
Only makes matters worse

Until loves takes control.

whether it be day or night
when I am awake
I listen to the silence
and the whispers of the surrounds
to the snarls, the roars and the rage
to the creatures that are about, that may venture
I am attentive to the flowing streams
that laugh with the rocks
and to the mountains in their pensive mood
and the sounds of the house and its wood
and the growing elm, that are rich and green always
and I am witness to the sun,
and the moon and its companion stars
and the day and night
and all shades and transitions
and all presence in the air
and I am witness to the creatures that come close, curious
and so to all quiet, to all activity and all life and movement
to all color and all seasons and all urgings and motion
and when it bids me sing of these
then in that consent, in that concord
I write down these words
I write these books of the surrounds
of these moments
that shall come into your hands
that you too may see, for yourself

Where were you when my thriving dreams crashed with no savior?
Where were you when signs of solace reflected my behavior?
Where were you when my solitude became boring?
Where were you during my tough night, and my unwanted morning?
Where were you when even the human angels engaged with lies?
Where were you when my life turned vacant, a living hell?
Where were you when my happiness had no door and no bell?
Where were you? Did you think it was all well?
Where were you when every breath I take becomes a reminder of my torturous cell?
Where were you? And now, could you tell?
Could you tell that the torturous cell is my life and I'm held captive?
Where were you, when I wished my heart wasn't active?
Where were you when your face kept flashing in my eyes, and flickering in my mind?
Where were you when you’re the only reason to live, I could find?
Where were you when the lies between our laughs turned into a regretful catastrophe?
Where were you, when my life became a debt and my soul becomes a fee?
Where were you in all of this? I need an answer to cure my aching heart
Where were you when my agony, pain and melancholy decided to start?
My being is threatened by my foolish existence, and none of you care to listen
Where are you now? Do you even look up when your name I mention?

Waves crash, and safety is on the mind
How could I save you? If safety is so hard to find
I hold on to you, while you hold on to me, just two people drifting unwillingly through time
But all we do is we fall together, and as our souls hit the surface we produce a chime
A certain sound we produce gives us power to pick ourselves up again
Fall again
Reach the surface again
Until one day we both become split in half, and our struggles are no longer true
For if I am not safe, how could I save you?
And we realize that we cannot continue lying to each other, and we realize that at last…
So we look up to the gardens, Ow the gardens are so vast
Each depart with kisses and hugs that will always patch our wounds and wipe our tears
With hopes and ambitions that will **** our fears
With memories and photographic imagination that will bring back the cheers
For one day, in another life, we shall find ourselves back again
Fall again
Reach the surface again
Silently in space, for no sounds shall we produce, because in another life, we won't have to carry ourselves back again, we can just lie down
Enjoy the skies pink and the grounds no longer brown
Enjoy the vicinity of timelessness and the insecurities not found
Enjoy our hearts in eternities for a rush of our eternal bound
Step back and imagine…because this is our future…this is our end
This is the message; tombstones are trying to send…

Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
  This is the thing I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people,
  Sick of the city, wanting the sea;

Wanting the sticky, salty sweetness
  Of the strong wind and shattered spray;
Wanting the loud sound and the soft sound
  Of the big surf that breaks all day.

Always before about my dooryard,
  Marking the reach of the winter sea,
Rooted in sand and dragging drift-wood,
  Straggled the purple wild sweet-pea;

Always I climbed the wave at morning,
  Shook the sand from my shoes at night,
That now am caught beneath great buildings,
  Stricken with noise, confused with light.

If I could hear the green piles groaning
  Under the windy wooden piers,
See once again the bobbing barrels,
  And the black sticks that fence the weirs,

If I could see the weedy mussels
  Crusting the wrecked and rotting hulls,
Hear once again the hungry crying
  Overhead, of the wheeling gulls,

Feel once again the shanty straining
  Under the turning of the tide,
Fear once again the rising freshet,
  Dread the bell in the fog outside,—

I should be happy,—that was happy
  All day long on the coast of Maine!
I have a need to hold and handle
  Shells and anchors and ships again!

I should be happy, that am happy
  Never at all since I came here.
I am too long away from water.
  I have a need of water near.

The rose sits bedded in her lay
kissed by the sun through the day;
of men she gives no regard or
speech when they confess to adore
her rich velvet pelt lined with silk
of stem and leaf and each morn's milk,
for the rose is wise and knows too soon
the turning of a man's heart in the length of a moon,

that when their fingers grasp to take
against her will her beauty *****,
crushed for the love of another rose
and one who can think and not just pose;

and feel! Feel the return of a beat
in a man's chest and respond to spreading heat-
so she, the rose, always knows
her life is lived and lost by love alone.