A moment of silence,

My friend we share

Even though the thoughts may be of despair,

Our brave soldiers, courageous and kind, gave their lives to give us peace of mind.



Sons and daughters, we shall never find

With such dedication towards our mankind

All of the lost ones

Armed with their guns

Fight for our freedom, our honour, our love



The torch of this act they pass down to us

In hopes that we accept it without such a fuss

Remember the soldiers, the brave ones, their hearts

Remember their loved ones, their country, their art

To fight with such passion

For strangers to one

Is embedded in us, as they live in our hearts.



Forever preserved, their memory still

To honour and cherish and keep close to us till

We pass this torch on to those after us

And teach to them too, the deeds of those hearts

The brave ones, the lost ones, the mourned ones still

We keep in our hearts, their memory till

We learn to appreciate all that we gain

And see that it comes from a dark red rain

of innocent blood spilled for our own lives

Of long lost soldiers who have long since died.



Repent for all your words, for come will the day

When you rue every single thing you had to say

For when now it is your turn to stand up now

See if even the slightest head bows



As we remember those soldiers far gone

Who fight for us, die for us every day

Think back and repent child, for come will the day

When nothing but memories come back to stay



Remember.

A sanctuary for the rejected,
projected by by the giant alabaster dogs at the front.

from all over the world
healing stones
are checkered throughout this temple--
amethyst to rose quartz
vibrate frequencies of salvation.

A sacred palace filled
with organic nourishment
ready to detox the body--
real food tastes divine!

Electric candles scattered throughout--
a dull orange ignites the corners.
A jungle grows in this sacred space,
fresh oxygen and green leaves are the blinds.

Weary gypsy travelers wander about
to and fro to smoke from ancient pipes
to stay in the moment,
we heal through music and painting.

SHE conjures ***** tonics
ripe with raspberries, lemons and grapefruit
to help those seeking a distraction.

A soothing sounds of the ocean
echo throughout the walls
of this temple of rest.

Here we lay, the sacred beasts cuddle
with our lonely souls
and SHE ensures we will move on gently
through the black walls in front of us.

I would love to drag my aura on a walk to the top of a hill; make room in my rain jacket pockets for oleoresin capsicum and a flashlight, my container of weeds and slow burning leaves
I would love to kiss the grass with the spilling light from my mouth **** on my broken finger nails massaged by earth’s dirt
I would love to fall asleep under the hidden moon covered by a blanket made of water; they will remember my face with a smirk
I would love to cradle you little rotating sphere, nurture your tired ozone layer
She would love to drag us all, bury you beneath her holy herbaceous there will be plenty of firing kisses and the waves will come, you wont feel the cold
I would love to take you on a walk to the top of a hill