Carry me down by the river,
The place where the wind blows,
Where massive trees grow and die,
And the soil is cool and moist.

Gather just a few of the devoted,
To reminisce how great it was,
Where sunlight falls like a mist,
And the tears dry from the eyes.

Stand lovingly next to one another,
Hold hands and listen to the priest,
Take Biblical verse to reveal my life,
Now gone but not forgotten he says.

Look skyward as the clouds pass,
Feel how you've lost part of your soul,
Revel in the passage of time and future,
And peace will come when the day is done.

This life we share is a momentary flight,
With turns and twists surprises us all,
For granted how we consume the air,
Believing that this life endures forever,

Let us now pray and sing religious songs,
Look steadily at one another so gathered,
Place me deep into the cool and moist soil,
Then leave and pretend life is unending.

From here to there and then to nothing,
We count our days with our happiness,
Quick how we forget life is a mixture,
Of hurt and pain and joy and sorrow,
We all forget and just live for tomorrow.

So, now,  my father you stand alone,
Inside your world, your silent zone,
With weary eyes you consume the room,
Your body has mastered the eventual gloom.

Through mindless years you toiled the Earth,
Each day with repetition, your pain gave birth,
You looked to the seasons to show you how,
What will you do, since impending death is now?

Neglected dreams lay wasting away,
The times you wished the words to say,
With lack of love you hurt those who cared,
The misadventures no longer there.

The loves of life who passed slippery on by,
With nights of regret, your soul still cried,
When on the brink of madness, you thought to say,
There's retribution with much hope left to pay.

So, stoically you now sit in the revolving chair,
Such weather-worn eyes, you remain and stare,
While waiting like a lifeless, worn, lost, angry man,
You endure the moment, the one last stand.

Death adorns someone whose leaving,
Mourners gather to share the grieving,
The sky above is so grey and forlorn,
Hear now the angels blow their horns.

The ***** plays some solemn chords,
He leaves abruptly to join with the lord,
The casket lined with some comfort now,
The mourners will now recover somehow.

The ornate church stands proudly there,
Each brick now bursting with delicate care,
The stain-glass windows designed so brightly,
The hearse brought forward at a time so nightly.

A woman so delicate and full of sweet sorrow,
Is not concerned with her continuing tomorrow,
They hold her hand and hug her body so near,
Her heart is slowly shaking, so slowly the fear.

The friends and neighbours don't understand why,
Why life is so swiftly passed onto a lingering goodbye,
Nor will they think that their time is not so at hand,
Because death comes to others and is not their plan.

A blistering wind and the cold that shakes them all,
Blankets all of the gathering at the end of the fall,
Those waiting and weaving in order now to survive,
Came to give their condolences while still alive.

Don't say more the platitudes no one will hear,
Death comes to all but somehow we calm fear,
He's going to heaven where no worries will be,
A better place all the mourners now flee.

There's a place hidden within our hearts,
Where secrets are protected from others,
That only one living being can ever shelter,
Tucked far and distant from probing eyes.

Experiences come from traveled roads,
The heart must interpret and learn to know,
Just what is important and what is not,
Cast inward and outward as we devise.

There never is just pain alone and joy,
For the human condition is so displayed,
But we must never surrender to sadness,
If we are to know the meaning of  our lives.

But the hidden heart dwells deep inside us,
Opened cautiously for those who share souls,
With acceptance and denial both coping there,
With many meanings left to be so defined.

Let in the light of day to see,
The lights belonged to only me,
I felt the warmth onto my skin,
My precious life will now begin.

Felt air into my lungs drawn in,
The air would soothe all my sin,
Reached high into the bluest sky,
My life renewed I can not die.

Stretched all my muscles to release,
Internal thoughts now called for peace,
My heart beat loudly and louder yet,
A time for reflection with no regrets.

Turned to the left to see my friend,
My love for all now I can send,
Called for a chance to live again,
A life renewed and hope begins.

Let in the light what could I do,
Bring life alive so fresh and new?
Afraid no more of myself or sorrow,
Bring forth this life, this new tomorrow.

Once again a masquerade,
A simple plan, hide in the shade,
Some people stare and see no one,
I am the one, most forgotten son.

Laugh hard inside, show no fear,
Hold nothing close, no one near,
Lost in a storm that rips the soul,
They tried to place me in a mold.

Just couldn't conform, nothing new,
So many thoughts, what should I do?
No one is here, to record my life,
Most pain and sorrow cuts the knife.

Grand plans were coming on in dreams,
With hopes, desires, a singular theme,
When life goes crazy, stops on a dime,
So many present to record my crime.

A simple man with a mask of hate,
Born much too late, no other mate,
Silently sat, a corner and window,
No stones to toss,  no one to owe.

Sent to the finish schools demand,
In academia lost, couldn't understand,
No social contacts, no friends abound,
Inside my head, lurks the lonely sound.

Came home a youth with wild notions,
Gave in and took society's slick potions,
Pretended to be a father, such a man,
But cries went unheard, in this sorry land.

So, here am I, long gone so mad,
From an older man to a desperate lad,
Retracing steps, reliving my past,
This slipshod life, it couldn't last.

They put me where the damp is new,
A cell of concrete, designed for two,
With silence still rings out in time,
Oh, yes, I finally lost my mind.

grab, grab, grab the gun
run, run, run along
crowd, crowd, crowd here
****, ****, **** the march
laugh, laugh, laugh out loud
see, see, see  children now
want, want, want to speak
push, push, push alone
scream, scream, scream to hear
soldiers, soldiers, soldiers fear
bullets, bullets, bullets on skin
ranting, ranting, ranting words
listening, listening, listening horn
lights, lights, lights at night
cold, cold, cold the wind
sudden, sudden, sudden now
gas, gas, gas fly at us high
burn, burn, burn the eyes
blood, blood, blood on face
fight, fight, fight human race
wish, wish, wish for light
glass, glass, glass gone from stores
panic, panic, panic is clear
run, run, run from the fear
trucks, trucks, trucks clear
men, men, men hate the place
freedom, freedom human race
race, race, race to our cars
hope, hope, hope not so far
living, living, living is gone
who took democracy and our songs?

Can you hear in your dreams, the crying that's there?
Do you see huddled masses with no food to bear?
Are there governments caring, another child dies,
In your dreams can you ignore all of their cries?

When the people who care come knocking your door,
Do you hide in the shadows, not giving no more?
Will the hand of the justice help suffering lives,
Is the long distance misery outside of our eyes?

When we crawl into bed with our comfort and thoughts,
Will we think of the people, the haves and have nots?
Did the day's hours and minutes bring fortune and fame,
Are we hoarding our treasures, as we're not to blame?

In the final analysis so calculated and fine,
Can you live with yourself and your singular mind?
Do you think because neighbors are doing so well,
That no one is starving as far as you can tell?

See the night,
In all, it's shade,
A veil, no light,
Covering us all.

Feel the cold,
Air blanketing us,
A silence so heard,
Reminding us of night.

The sounds abound,
Creeping in, a thief,
While others scream,
No place to hide tonight.

Cry for the night,
Day hurts us so,
But here lies else,
Something ever bold.

Live in the night,
Creatures here,
Some pounce while
Others sneak about.

This is the night,
No hiding now,
A hint of hope,
Escaping in the
dark.

There you stand, like much before,
Feeling so vulnerable to me and so,
Here I am still feeling the burning,
Desire I felt so very long ago.

Hands in hands, warmth spreading,
Happy to see you here at my door,
Wondering why you decided to come,
But grateful in the now coming of you.

How are you now and what's occurring,
In the life you created when you left ago?
Secretly hoping you are stumbling, falling,
Without me there to be hero once more.

Noticing you hair, now a darker brown,
Dark eyes still searching, longing for something,
I invited you in, and you quietly accepting,
Entering the home I created alone?

I can't let you come here to continue,
The craziness that was what you once were,
Wearing my heart on my sleeve as always,
I must protect the man now I've become.

Why are you here?
What are you wanting?
Why not a letter or call to declare?
Never again, now only my friend.

Talking and drinking our tea at this time,
Laughing from memories, so distant now,
I notice you squirming, wanting to exit,
So, I hold you briefly and say my goodbye.

Now, as I watch from a window you go,
There you stand at a bus stop waiting,
I'm grateful and content the day changes,
But, lament the now coming, the now
coming of you.

When spirits come stealing into the night,
In hopes to take your heart and your soul,
Do not despair for the One overhead,
Knows all your pain and all your sorrow.

If darkness spreads like a blanket of doom,
Do not feel helpless like a child who is lost,
For He will hear your cries and your pleas,
Soothing your mind and your precious soul.

There are the dark ones always lurking about,
With desires to harm and to cause you to cry,
But the One will never desert or cause pain,
For He cries as well and wants to bring joy.

When all is lost and there appears no hope,
Remember you never are left drifting alone,
He knows your name and your every care,
Wanting your soul to soar and to dream.

If you believe you will never learn how,
To feel wanted and needed by others you see,
Remember He created a world of beauty,
With amazing people to love and to share.

Here, all alone along the street,
We have come, come to meet,
Picked this quiet, only corner,
So we both are no longer loners.

Hold, holding hands and here,
Both with feelings and some fear,
Embracing so, as we did long ago,
Remembering, what we both know.

Now, let this be, the lasting time,
Where we both are joined, one mind,
Living and learning how to let go,
All the hurt, the pain from long ago.

You married, but this union didn't last,
Still holding on, cherishing your past,
Never getting over, or letting go by,
Still recalling how you laughed and cried.

And, I, feeling an everlasting belief,
That you, you would be mine to keep,
Never giving up on what could have been,
Here we are, together once again.

Now, let this be, the lasting time,
Where we both are joined, one mind,
Living and learning how to let go,
All the hurt, the pain from long ago.

The curtain drops upon the stage,
Another actor will become of age,
Another tragedy will engulf two lovers,
While critics hide beneath their covers.
A script creates a world of wonder,
Where people love and often plunder,
Where lives are woven like a faded rug,
This play we see gives hearts a tug.
The plot and magic are melted thus,
Where who's the hero and who's to trust,
Are shown in scenes like some melodrama,
Played out in the open this panorama.
The curtain calls and final farewells,
Bring tears of joy who can we tell,
About this play that touched our souls,
Is centuries long and centuries old.

A child lays down and wants to sleep,
Some kind of love, some kind of peace,
A fragile child who has learned no fear,
Her parents are close, both are so near.

She breathes and yawns as she does,
Outside her window, now waits a dove,
The hate to come must now be learned,
A sad reminder, a curse she'll earn.

The dove so patiently stands so tall,
Her parents show her, show her all,
With differences, all people show,
Of worldly things, she does not know.

From birth, we are most a clean slate,
We know no prejudice, know no hate,
We do not steal, we do not reap,
Or do we have what we can't keep?

The little children playing at school,
Have they been taught the Golden Rule?
What people will they all become,
With eyes darkened, hearts so numb?

When they awake, these young people,
Who works so hard to climb a steeple,
Then pushing others far, far aside,
They can not linger, they can not hide.

These lessons come with many years,
We're taught to separate and to fear,
Grind all who are different into the ground,
Humanity lost goes round and round.

The little child wakes up and now sees,
Her parents laughing, she wants to be,
But, will she learn that love paves the way,
For better lives and most loving days?

The little child won't know.

At long last waiting, the cool night appears,
It conjures up my chilled body, with my fears,
She walks along the cobblestones the most,
No, she is not an adoring, more a doomed host.

Frozen like the lake shimmering from the moonlight,
A ghost, a temptress on her nocturnal, solitary night,
Each and every evening when the town clock rings,
She returns to gather all her earthly, past belongings.

Nor does she realize she is dead, alone and no more,
The cherished one seeking, she can no longer adore,
When she's lost crying breaks open this quiet place,
I stare like a zombie but see no distinguishing face.

The cemetery like an abandoned, desolate home,
Where only the dead and the fearful currently roam,
They scream from their tombs and call out at midnight,
Such a mournful and screeching comes hither the fright.

The gravestones were broken and now faded with time,
Grass now is overgrown and faded flowers you'll find,
A wrought-iron fence surrounding them so confined,
No apparition or bestie came to host and to dine.

She turns when she sees me so heavily entranced,
Should I scream out and run or ask her to dance,
When she steals my soul and then leaves me to die,
Will, I then wander her courtyard and hopelessly cry?

Childrens' voices from the grave,
Screaming out their fateful falling,
Hurling hurt towards the heavens,
Not knowing what the blast can do.
Bombs of plenty on the mantle,
Neatly tucked for some tommorrow,
Eager eyes who will see no truth,
In what disaster they will promise.
Haunting hate with no foundation,
Stews and brews in caldrons made,
Who records the crashing moments
When the naked children die?
Faraway of lands they're coming,
Calling out that God prevails,
But no God would **** the babies,
Except a being who lives in Hell.
Fires flourish in their visions,
People die with blistering eyes,
Losing all they ever fostered,
In their dreams of lullabies.

I saw you, yes, a cloudy, damp day,
As you walked quietly on your way,
Your gait was hurried it clearly showed,
I wondered what it was you knowed.

No sunlight blocked your gaze direct,
Your steps beat rapidly upon the deck,
The arms you swayed, a driving force,
I wanted to walk with you, of course.

I called to you to break your walk,
Perhaps, we could have had a talk,
Or, maybe a breakfast if you cared,
I followed you based upon a dare.

My voice and gesturing was no avail,
So on your mission as I could tell,
I hoped you'd turn and smile my way,
But you did not, then another day.

Or, if I felt my bold mind to bear,
I'd sneak to you in the open air,
To tap your shoulder, would be fun,
The clouds were parting, here is the sun.

You spun around and face to face,
We both just joined the human race,
Then as I felt my hopes so fleeting,
I thanked the gods for this new meeting.

So, granting this poor lad the chances,
To walk with you while other glances,
This day is proving in so many new ways,
No clouds, no more,  a most lovely day.

Here comes the nightshade that looms high overhead,
Covering my body and blindly me once more again,
Darkening all the paths so leading me on to dying,
Harnessing my energy and dreams within my head.

Barely seeing and grasping the consequences presented,
Stumbling aimlessly in any which directions ahead,
Knowing no direction or seeing any new possibilities,
Onward moving to hunt for the light and sun overhead.

When as a young man so running wildly in pastures green,
Rolling on the ground with friends who loved me like no other,
Laughing and singing as though time would never, ever end,
Feeling invincible, despite those older surrounding my being.

Joking when the time came to seek and understand knowledge,
Blowing past the scientific way of understanding this life,
Blindly hoping that the moments were not so ever fleeting,
Hoping for another day to spend with all my loves and friends.

Those years crept first then stampeding like a band of wild horses,
Running breakneck with the thunderous pounding of the hooves,
Until awakened one crisp morning when the sun just tipped the sky,
Realizing that 20, then 40 years passed on life's locomotive bounding.

So planned and sought after now comes the darkened clouds,
To swoop me up and send me upwards or downwards falling,
Those days of youth no longer saving this man's life journey,
Tumbling into the everlasting darkened place.

This old house, made just of wood,
For years so proudly how it has stood,
Perched high upon the hill nearby,
The memories sweet, and some we cried.

The roof was sturdy through many days,
When storms came crashing in the ways,
With rain that beat at times like a foe,
Deep inside was where the love  still flowed.

We painted it when time came round,
From very top to the bottom ground,
Polished the windows till shinny bright,
Our old house standing, a lovely sight.

Hung a porch swing for all to share,
Forgot our troubles, the devil may care,
Hugged one another on colder nights,
Inside the swing there were no fights.

The rickety furniture inside was there,
But comfort was not on them to bare,
And all the winter with quilts piled high,
We slept like dreamers, not knowing why.

So, as I leave old house to go,
Inside my heart, I still love it so,
And no matter where life now leads me on,
Still at the old house is where I belong.

This, too, will be said,
That peace will define a nation.

When those who war for its own sake,
Look back in fear of their own demise.

When innocent  tears will flow like water,
That some will rue their evil days were long.

Most will stare and slowly shake their heads,
To see destruction for destruction sake.

Imaginations will still be hiding in the dark,
Hoping for something out of nothingness.

Lost souls will  laugh until they cry,
And heaven will open wide the doors of condemnation.

Evil voices  will loudly scream for blood no more,
And people will breathe again once more.

Now rabbits are fine in the morning,
But I must now give you a warning,
When the time comes to make all the food,
Sometimes all they can be is rude.

One fellow who now comes to mind,
Was so private and silly and fine,
But his jacket of gold stood him proud,
And his voice was so sweet and not loud.

His mother awoke one fine morning,
Said "it's time" without any warning,
When the babies came early that day,
Little Timothy had nothing to say.

His brothers and sisters were wild,
But Timothy was tender and mild,
Never speaking long in his growth,
His mother loved him now the most.

All the others laughed when he fell,
Falling headfirst into a deep well.
Neither mother nor father aware,
One less rabbit, who really cares?

But Timothy lay lonely and sad,
Scared his parents yelling and mad,
When they learned what he had done,
Deep inside the well with no sun.

But his mother yelled, "where is my son?
Other rabbits, what have you done?"
No one spoke or told her of the well,
Or, how Timothy had so clumsily fell.

All the children stood silent and still,
Until one had felt bad and so ill,
"Mother, I pushed him into the well,
and I'm sorry, I hope you can tell."

All was good when Timothy rose,
Showing his little and small nose,
At the top of the well, he jumped down,
Ever smiling and not wearing a frown.

"No more ever silent will I will be,
I forgive you dear brother can't you?
Timothy rabbit now stood tall,
Finally speaking to one and to all.

The old man hunched over, slow to move,
Decided that this day, a honest day's labor,
Was just the ticket in order to have a day,
Productive and so lasting as the day was long.

He stretched and felt every muscle and bone,
Cry out to him in momentary pain and hurt,
But struggled, still, to dress himself alone,
In order to have a breakfast of eggs and toast.

The dinted coffee *** rattled on the stove,
The blinds were open to let in the light,
He put his breakfast on his plate of tin,
And commenced to eat in solitary fashion.

"Today's the day we build the wall,"
"You know, the one to keep the neighbor out,"
Because the neighbor was a persistant pest,
With constant hellos and meddling talk.

The old man bathed himself in silence,
Preferred to keep his thoughts secretly hidden,
Did not care for the company of idle fools,
Who didn't know what honest labor could do.

So, off to the work shed for his tools to begin,
The wall between the neighbor and him,
Walked to the place where walls are built,
Between the pastures of a neighboring farm.

The cold air felt like needles on his face,
The snow crunched repeatedly beneath his boots,
Wind hurtling gushs of shivering air,
With numbness in his toes he forged along.

Perhaps, a wall is something that builds itself,
Or maybe takes a long, long time to construct,
But determined in his quest for total privacy,
He must have felt a mission was his daily call.

"I'll build this wall, come hell and highwater,"
Despite the time of year being such a challenge,
Yet, when he knelt to gather his thoughts to begin,
He told himself tomorrow would be just as good.

Then, back he tredged to the house he had,
Where the fireplace roared and comfort awaited,
So, he could sip his tea and eat his evening meal,
While planning for tomorrow's daily labor.

We can not capture the moments lost,
No matter what price or what the cost;
But when you left this earth so sadly,
I longed for all those moments gladly.
Men told of how your friendship was good,
And how you truly understood,
The magic of your friendly smile,
A handshake and the extra mile;
I heard them say how kind your were,
Which made me proud and emotions stirred;
I'm sorry that I couldn't ease your pain,
Or place some sunshine inside the rain;
But, Dad, I loved you, this is true,
And stand proudly on this man I knew;
No days will past without thoughts on you,
Of all the jokes and tenderness, true;
Just hold my spot in heaven, please,
For someday long in the future with ease,
I'll come along and see your smile,
And share a handshake and the extra mile.

Today, becoming a new man founded by the Father,
I stretch my arms to heaven, and my soul begins to sing,
No more the dark depression, no more the angry person,
I have become like a child who wanders freely in this world.

I was so long, for so very long, lost, and my hope had faded fast,
Nowhere could I find solace here, or have a friendly voice inside,
All those who knew me learned to flee because they were afraid,
I felt like drowning in the spiritual fire I  now had created alone,
So, crying for the Father's Son to save this wretched fool.

Today, I have my brothers and sisters sitting strong beside me,
Their loving arms surround my body and soothe my savage soul,
I know there is a journey here to begin and to show the world,
Because with hope and no despair the clouds have parted now.

For aching years I thought I knew the path to fame and fortune,
But placing stock in material things was false and never lasting,
I wanted love and to be known for being someone of purpose,
Yet how to achieve my wildish dreams seemed out of reach for me,
That somewhere I had given up and stumbled hard into a dream.

Today, I will no longer cry and focus solely on myself,
For the Son has set my soul so free upon the Earth to dwell,
And I will give what He has given to those who were lost, too,
While looking heavenly for signs of love and signs of resurrection.

Heart to  heart, soul on soul,
Loving you there's no control,
Saying just a night will do,
When much better having two.

Take my hand, say you care,
Living so within your stare,
Pressing bodies, tightly so,
Savoring moments, very slow.

Wondering how you're feeling now,
Taking time as how time allows,
High upon the highest mount,
Every moment, how it counts.

Listening words, words do say,
How we're feeling, how today,
Knowing love is more than this,
Longest, lingering lovely kiss.

Mixing emotions, fever pitch,
In this moment, feeling rich,
Beating hearts, banging drum,
All these moments, all the sum.

Saying it and saying it proud,
Loving you and loving loud,
Hoping time won't fleeting be,
Glad you're loving, loving me.

Let life falter and drink tonight,
We'll drink until the wee hours night,
Pretend that time has stopped at last,
Consume the moment and let it past.

Bring round the brandy and lovely meats,
Let's kiss each other and share the treats,
No man or woman will ever celebrate,
We'll drink and drink until much too late.

Then fall about sweet night together,
Our heads will spin, so light as feather,
Pass all the bourbon around the table,
Tonight is not for the sane and able.

Do lovely things to one another,
Here comes a girl with one my brother,
The lights will dim until darkness sinks,
Then pass the bottle and one more drink.

Won't be the one to curtail the night,
Our bodies laying in such total fright,
Our spinning heads, our minds devoured,
It is the time for the witching hour.

light like lightning
     heat like smolding fire
        burnt passion in the embers
          where to go tomorrow

night like a warm blanket
     darkness like an empty box
        lost memories in the cellar
          what to become of me

restless thoughts rambling
    uncertainty knocking at my door
         long days and longer nights
            where is my mission in life

lost soul flying aimlessly
    spirits haunting my dreams
        great moments lost in time
           what will be my legacy

The burnt grass drapes like a worn-out blanket,
While the darkened overhead ski looms lonely,
A whistling wind rushes by calling to all of us,
Worn-torn buildings tilting over like defeat.

Animals bolting crossed a rain-soaked path,
The rain drizzles downward making its way,
Windshield wipers jump helplessly to and fro,
While our minds are fixated in the fog this day.

Overhead birds circle in some mad-like dance,
We hear the banshees calling from the woods,
The endless flapping of the tires upon the road,
A dull-like sound so repetitious it truly drones.

On this sojourn, we've won and lost our minds,
Hell-bent drifters on the path of going nowhere,
Faster and faster propelling us along our way,
Feeling helpless on this journey to the unforeseen.

void
darkness
distant screams
numbing
deafness
into nothing
help

heart
exploding
legs
shaking time
longing
friends
dying
no
direction
home

lost
perils
blank
stares
aching
laughing
hysteri­cal
madness
now

love
longing
not
coming
hate
waiting
that
day
ne­ver
comes

I took a drink of cool, clean water,
That came from within a wishing well,
It tasted sweet and filled me deeper,
With precious life that came to me.

I wanted more, of this cool beverage,
So, took another drink, then took two,
It filled my body with such  robust flavor,
That on my journey I could now venture on.

When coming upon a run-down farmhouse,
Where wind blew whispfully in swaying trees,
I picked a pear from the nearest pear tree,
And held the fruit in hand so gracefully.

The pear was sweet, the juice ran rapidly,
Down on my chin, onto my denim shirt,
I felt the grit, the fruit soon was  tastefully,
Set fire to my tastebuds so endlessly.

I glanced upon the cornfields so lonely,
Standing tall and giant they reached for sky,
The greeness filled my mind with fancy,
Then, so I wandered to fields to further see.

Within the field, a lovely, young beauty,
Was pulling corn from the green, green stalks,
Her smile, a greeting, to me weary wanderer,
I took her hand and handled it so tenderly.

She said she spent her days in the cornfields,
I sensed she wanted to switch places with me,
To wander aimlessly, through nearby counties,
In search of self so then so senselessly.

But me, a mortal, mere man of mans' time,
Would what give readily to find all the day,
To stand silently within cornfields, green I see,
To shuck corn from the cornfields so handily.

Chaos comes easier to those who plan.....

All of the sky so blackened this morning,
Aerial villains flying higher in the air,
Buildings now topple into dust and mortar,
Human remains line the streets we declare.

Boots resounding with precision and purpose,
Forward motion with blank faces they stare,
Marching orders from the devil's own trumpet,
Time for the killing is the time we despair.

Metal on metal shone bright from the sun,
Sun now comes slowly in fear of them there,
Loudest of sounds now disturbing the morning,
Black-eyed the killers smile wild and still stare.

Animals screaming at the crows now rushing,
Bodies now dancing a macabre dance we stare,
Blood now so flowing and so running so deeply,
On ground and in rivers it flows everywhere.

Nowhere there's hiding or safety or acceptance,
Like thieves in the night now the murderers are here,
Taking the people who are the weakest among them,
Reaping a horror once more where there was peace.

Once the killing reaches an epic and grand number,
In struts the screamers to propagandize their peace,
Promising things even God might be so challenged,
To bring into fruition for the conquered to see.

Beware of those who have eyes that are blackened.....

Orb of silence show me a sign,
Which way shall go this human kind?
With war and famine, ******, too,
What is the human race to do?

Seen coups and crisis, tears that flow,
How many see this pain we know?
Devastating lives, such  broken pain,
Sometimes the world has gone insane.

This child I hold that hugs me dearly,
Has little recollection of peace so nearly,
But still the daggers of despair slice quickly,
The aftermath should make us sickly.

The blanket beckoning us to so cover,
Will split the two, most innocent lovers,
When common sense and lies abound,
Hear heaven calling, the deafening sound.

When all will gather on the rocky mountain,
Drink deep within the everlasting fountain,
Then maybe we will stop swift madness,
Remove the tears, remove the sadness.

Have we money enough to save,
All of humanity, the human race?
When will those who starve and cry,
No longer slowly whither just to die?

There's plenty left to build cold machines,
To **** and destroy the dreamer's dreams,
A massive amount for fire and destruction,
For what the ends, and what the function?

Where hides the food the world has grown,
For starvation and disease we have truly known,
Not all those standing long in lingering lines,
Will receive what they have come to find.

The scientists will formulate, just to say,
How science, no doubt, will save the day,
And druggists mixed together those magic pills,
To cure all sickness and imaginery ills.

When will the streets no longer provide,
A place for homeless to freeze and die?
The shelters, there are never more than enough,
So life is hard, and life is tough, and ever rough.

But in the land of milk and sweet, sweet honey,
There flows the abundance of credit and money,
But some are standing outside the illustrious gate,
Looking inward with want and some full of hate.

So, it's time for the world to open wide its purse,
To solve this problem, this evil and eternal curse,
For the mass of many are most likely to finally find,
They save their wandering  souls when they are kind.

When my demise comes silently along,
I want to be dancing to a lovely song;
When the curtain falls upon my play,
I want to surely seize the day.
When I can no longer feel the sun,
And know my laughter is now to be done,
I want those who love me to sit by my side,
Because I will no longer be able to hide.
When I can no longer hold a baby who crying,
I'll know in my heart that I truly am dying,
But I will have none of regrets for tommorrow,
Or have all my loved ones consumed with hard sorrow.
Whispers and secrets no longer to tell,
My journey begins with the last ringing bell.

We think the world is full of endless flight,
With sunlight that comes each morning true,
But pages of the words we write our lives upon,
Soon have an ending that will come with night.

Each moment, as we savor all its essense in,
Comes soft or sometimes like a rushing crowd,
We try like mad to assemble all these thoughts,
But some get lost along life's lonesome highway road.

Who dares to want to live forever?
Who wants to believe forever?
What makes this passing life so ever sweet,
Is the beginning, middle, and end forever.

To want our souls to live beyond our earthly gates,
So human in its humaness, we can't deny it so,
That how we watch the clock tick tock away the day,
We truly know that nothing once can be eternal here.

We want to have our cake and eat it, too,
But when the Maker comes, our time is through,
Do not feed fear when this time swiftly comes,
For it is nature's course to take this path.

Who dares to want to live forever?
Who wants to believe forever?
What makes this passing life so ever sweet,
Is the beginning, middle, and the end forever.

If the time would come when we weren't lonely,
Nothing in this world would stand in our way,
Gentle thoughts of you when you were  loving,
Brought us to this union  where we played.

When we walked together it was still magic,
Holding hands like one another would get away,
Smiling and content was who we were being,
Sharing dreams and memories everyday.

Why can't people in love live on forever?
Who determines how long together we stay?
Maybe if we hope and ask for this time now,
We will live to love just one more day.

Sweet is the way when you are so loving,
This is what we all pray someday to be,
When the love that you share is everylasting,
Blessings fall like gentle drops of rain.

Then in your arms my heart is so pounding,
Touching slow your hair and  skin on this day,
Kissing soft your lips now is so amazing,
This is all to wish for in this way.

Why can't people in love live on forever?
Who determines how long together we stay?
Maybe if we hope and ask for this time now,
We will live to love just one more day.

Since times of Spanish exploration,
They ran like gods of speed and thunder,
Across the open plains and wild country,
With eyes on fire and flowing manes.

All colors on their backs of majesty,
They roamed in packs, a brotherhood,
Hell bent on some, yet distance future,
No man could tame them readily.

Their pace so frantic, a restless brood,
They feared all men, and rightly so,
So when the time came to contain them,
They ran their fastest, uneven road.

Living off the land they circled,
In canyons vast with red-rock walls,
Near streams so frigid, shadows deep,
They'd stop to have their fill of life.

Their snorts and breathing, surreal it was,
A call to distance friends who still roamed,
Their muscles hardened, never slowed them,
A magical part of what nature showed.

Then came the conquistadors, gold to find,
With needing means to travel the land,
Saw these gods of flight and fancy,
Deciding they should conquer all.

But wild resist man's arrogant pleasure,
Some died a royal death then now alone,
And man, the most selfish, took their freedom,
But could not stop their restless souls.

If I kissed your lips tonight,
Would your heart take off in flight?
One embrace, so warm and sweet,
Such fine beauty from head to feet.

Shapely woman, I want you near,
Just to hold you, please have no fear,
If our touch is not what you desire,
Then stop we will, go on no higher.

But if your heart begins to race,
Body shiver, together we face,
A burning passion inside our minds,
That nature must now carnal find.

Why be frightened of this embrace,
This is the moment, we want to taste?
Where bodies sway in evening winds,
How can this be wrong, or still a sin?

So lost inside each other so deep,
This love we feel, we'll always keep,
No guilty pleasure we can so call,
For in your arms, I now free fall.

Light the feather floats to sight,
Soft the sunlight shines so bright,
Cool the air goes flowing so near,
Day the time, now evening is here.

Rain now falling, heaven tears on,
So the evening, now comes the dawn,
Slow the trees, with branches so swaying,
Life surrounds us, this much I'm saying.

Breathe the air, this morning so sweet,
See the garden, with wonders to eat,
Hold the silence, when silence will do,
Up at dawn, day beginning so new.

Hold the child, their bodies so hot,
Kiss the lass, for now why so not,
Sweep the porch and know it's true,
How we love, and they love us, too.

Wish the hoping, knowing some fact,
Leave the country,  but always come back,
Bring some city to the meadows and fields,
This life makes living, with nothing to yield.

Last, but not the least we now can share,
Knowledge and nature, we are so aware,
Everything so part and partial now we declare,
Look quickly upward, while some others stare.

Coming full circle, this thing we call life,
Lots of the joyous, mixed in some strife,
Tears upon pillows, but the tears dry away,
This comes from heaven, this wonderful day.

You're so pretty,
I want to eat you up.

I can taste the savory
skin that is yours.

The sweet smell of
your body makes
me cry with joy.

Your lovely hair
hangs like a ******
goddess, resting
softly on your shoulders.

You're too much, I feel
so faint from your  presence.

Your kiss sends shock waves
through my nimble body,
and I can sing in unison.

Can we just settle in,
And dance the dance of love?

Your gaze is so intoxicating.

They say that I will soon forget,
The way you use to fill my soul,
They tell me no more will I know,
How much I lost when you go.

Some tell me to stay away,
From the places we use to go,
To no longer picture your face,
Your eyes and hair,  I know.

But, somewhere deep inside me,
I hurt like no other hurt before,
Remembering what we knew,
Is gone and can never again be.

I walk everyday all alone,
Thinking of how you touched me,
How much we were one in love,
Now gone, but fresh in my mind.

Seeming to think my life is over,
Because you gave me such love,
Like I had never, ever known before,
I cry and can't see to stop the tears.

I thought, just the other sad day,
I'd call you and we'd laugh again,
Just like we used to want to do,
But now I can no longer call you mine.

I just try and pretend that I'll be ok,
While all I want to do is hide away,
Thinking of how you were once here,
While the walls just tell me no.

No more to paint the world in color,
No more the time for one another,
There lurks a void within us all,
We rise and tumble and we fall.

It's so they say our lives go on,
We see the sunset and the dawn,
There passes friends and family too,
What is humanity to finally do?

To make our mark upon this place,
We have to give into the human race,
To dwell amongst the living and dead,
The serious thoughts now haunt my head.

Success and failure such familiar friends,
Here comes beginnings with the ends,
We laugh and cry and wonder through,
To start each day as something new.

Inventing who we create us to be,
Sometimes so blinded we can not see,
But try we may in much more endeavors,
The world shows us we are not clever.

Yet, don't despair when walls *****,
There's  hope somewhere we won't neglect,
The time and effort put forth this day,
Will bring forth abundance such as it may.

One last thought coming from my brain,
Most of us struggle and are quite insane,
But so it is what it will eventually be,
You are your you and I am my me.

Hot tea and cookies,
Some milk in the mix,
Remembering boyhood,
And picking up sticks.

Leaping and hopping,
Singing some songs,
Playing was magic,
All the day long.

Watching the clouds,
Floating on and on by,
Imagining monsters,
That live in the sky.

Riding our bikes,
Falling down hills,
Scrapping and bruises,
The death-defying spills.

Candy and cake,
Sweets never going away,
Living like gods,
On this wonderful day.

Youth and more youth,
Our blood boiling hot,
Living each moment,
When memories were not.

Laughing like mad men,
Being caught on the wind,
Not knowing the difference,
And life never ends.