On a bright and sunny day in lore when the sun tickled tree branch swayed,
we watched the fireflies float away,  
When I was only four...

On a bright and sunny day once more when the black flies dart and play,
We watched the blue skies fade to grey,
When I was only four...

On a bright and sunny day with grey my father ran out the door,
I still nay see him return once more,
When I was only four...

On a grey and dusty sunny day mama say hide under the floor,
They took my mama dragged through door,
When I was only four...

On a gloomy dark yet sunny day deep inside the Syrian war,
I lost my pap, my mama, and more,
When I was only four.....

You say let's try, let's make a new
Say all the things that make me into you,
I fall again, head over heels in haste
Open my heart but the pain makes waste,

You say bye guy, just not that into you
A million times guys are better than you,
Re open the wound, I fought so to close
Lined up pieces and your knocking down rows,

You say no more try's , this is final goodbyes
Again head I hang while I'm drowning my eyes
No more kiss, no more hug, no hope no die
Because yes love you want, just not with this guy.....

I am but one, alone to find,
To search the darkest parts of mind,
Here to ponder, alone to think,
A man in haste, but not one thought to think,
Secluded still, and yet to find,
That tiny little piece of mind,
Over yonder, but not quite fonder,
Still so rare mere impossible to find,
That tiny itty bit of mind,
Oh is woe, and woe is but me,
Perhaps I've lost my sanity

Time is a test, and one I always fail.... I sit and wait and count the clock as time slowly creeps like an unstoppable shadow, each moment played up with the forgotten promise of happiness... One moment... The next moment... Just as empty as the latter, only to be filled with memory and thought poisoned with the pain of future past... Time, why do you torment me so? Your relentless march forward, waiting for not... Each moment more unbreakable then the last, but forever gone once the moment pass... I need you time, I crave you time... I scream it out a million time! But you pass, unfazed by the plea, for you are but just a moment... A whisper on the wind.. A smell, a sight, a sound or a feeling which cannot be kept... Only to be lived, and forgotten when I slept...

I am only a man from no particular strand, left stranded in the wasteland of morrow,
A shadow of was, a mere hint of a memory set forth as to a tease the absence of colour,
Why you torment so?
An un-escapable prison defined merely by the concept of the mind, twisted, locked and deep confined, forever chained and twined,
A freedom haste and fast must find, or forever stay in context of mind...
Tis death mere convenient?
An escape say found with but a single token for the toll man, use wisely if must, and only if must, but if don't you must, then listen in trust, if later if sooner we all will........ And must......

Forever wisps through eternal black the earth spin topped on yonder starlight, esquire to ballet, exquisite and on time she play in the fragile orbital dance of day, must you bringeth night, I say?
But spin you must and must you spin,a day, then nighttime for the win... You cannot stop the dance of giants politely perched a breast yon star,
You ask they speak, but in a tone to low to hear, but if you be so lucky to lay ear upon the vibrant voices of our home, the voices they will tell, you needn't goeth it alone...
I sweep your feet with every step lay stepped, I soak your tear with every tear thy wept, I kiss your cheek with every wind that swept, I feed your feast with every beast you've kept...
But most of all, when you perish and fall, my breast open widest for l eternally sleep with all..

The battle has been raging long with forgotten pain in anger ******, amongst the ashes bleeding still, the will go on, in the soul it must..
Defeat it felt in blow after blow, relentless torment still
A glimmer, a beacon, a shimmer of new slowly crept to foresight
The smell, the sight, the feeling of you make war collapse on Fort night...
Your strength and beauty pierce the dark with ever blinding wonder putting stop to fight, the pain and dark, nay halt the drums of thunder...
I am soldier of fortune never fully good nor evil... Hardened and broken from the pain of life but the beauty of you brought to sight,
But a shimmer of the good of light..