My dear old friend
Who was beautiful in her way
She never knew who to depend
But then she found me and may

It was in the 4th grade when we met
Happy little kids we were
And we still are,I bet
Just want to make sure

Last saturday I was busy
While she was home,
She was breathing
Not sure if she was alone

That night was filled with tragedy
No words can explain
It was very badly
I was filled with pain

Now she is part of the stars at night,
One of the clouds in the day
Who ever killed her at the fight
I promise you .......... they will pay

Peaked and parked atop a hill
taking in my sense's fill.
Below my feet pastures fantastic,
works of wonder, spirit magic.

Classic examinations
virtuous root of patience
scents of wind & grass & grain
muffled rustles, passing trains

Perhaps I'll hop a boxcar,
listen to the passing night.
Lay down in fields & watch stars
track paths, signs of Heaven's might.

Littlest bits bloom in silence
in fits & bursts, acts of violence.
Kisses, sums of love dispersed,
gusts of blood & bone & Earth

And one day all the screams

of all the souls you have put through hell

just might catch up to you

and shatter your fragile ears

maybe then when you wake up

day after day

tortured by all the mistakes you have made

and all the lives you have poisoned

you will know how it feels to be me

your own antagonist

just once please tell me that you get it

so I can move on

and not feel like I poisoned myself

that it really was you all along