It's not enough,
to be breathing, to feel the wind against my skin,
when you are thousands of miles away
and I have no one to hold at night,
I have no one to love when you're gone.

Two hands: one's fire and one holds ice. Think twice.
For they hold the keys to living in death or life.

Heavy hands shake like earthquakes as the heat licks and heals a hurt place.
A hurt heart that lusts a restart to a life that ripped it apart.

And in the other hand is the ice that takes life and places it in the chill grip of loving clarity.
Yes it's scary to be there chasing life with barren feet, trying to catch it to see the next day while bullets cut you down like a farm's cedar tree.

Embrace the kiss of death and maybe the caress will last. But escape her grasp before she leeches your mind and makes you nothing more than another dead gutter rat, dear brother, for that's what you'll be, old wrappings and bottle tops: trash. Just another dead body on the ground who couldn't handle two hands: One with fire and one that holds ice.

Walking along the long the lonely roads of life,
Lonely and sad,
Looking for true love once again
An impossibility,

When I know,
Love is waiting for me in Heaven,
A curse, I do not understand,
That God, has bestowed on me.

My beautiful bride,
Dressed in white with Angel wings,
Open arms, beckoning, come to me, my love,
Hold me tight.

Only one step,
In the front of a speeding cannonball,
A speeding cannonball,

It will it take,
To be with you again,
My one and only love.

I've missed you so much,
My bride.

Copyright © 2017 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

A functioning body
Sealing a hollow soul
Apathy created
Emotions she stole

Time to reveal
That memories gone lost
Bygone passion
Eluded at all cost

Lack of space
Aggrieving the heart
The condition demands
A solution apart

Your lips...




a lot of words between your lips...
words searching for a freedom..
words so poetic, need a love..
to meddle into that romantic world...
words wants to touch a reality...
and to be the brightness star...
to hug so tight the passion...
to give and to take the love which it wants...

a lot of words between your lips..
a lot,even when you sleep...
a lot of words you want to say...
even i can read them on your lips...
see and read what your lips wants to say..

say it,don't get hesitate...
let a picture get complete...
say it,you know that i know it...
say it please..
i got bore from this silence...
enough with that shyness...
say it and get those words out...

a lot of words between your lips...
a lot,but i will get them from between your lips...

hazem al ...