Solitude is sweet
Whenever I have
Thoughts and memories
Of your low soft voice,
Your beaming smile,
Your words of kindness,
And your dark eyes,
To take away
The sting of
My loneliness.

Whenever the flame
Of your candle
Is blown out by
The gusts of
A passing storm,
I hope that
Someone like me
Will always be there
To relight it
For you.

Plastic wires inside my brain
Drastic thoughts still remain
Concrete jungle, no escape
Complete in dream scape

Workers doing endless jobs
Shirkers being called slobs
Scope is far out of range
Hope is someone strange

When time started to run out
Then phantoms silently shout
Never will they be heard
Whether it should be absurd

Playing the same old game
Praying nobody is to blame
Elastic fades away the grain
Plastic wires inside my brain

Waking up this morning,
My half asleep eyes noticed
The trees outside my window.
They had picked this particular day
To start their buds to blooming!

Trees have blossomed this way,
Every Spring
For millions of years,
To continue their benevolent
Reign of beauty and grace
On Earth.

What are a few months time,
In the overall scheme of things,
That we have left to wait,
To see thy white blossoms blooming,
And smell thy sweet fragrance,
O daughter of the desert?

Would it be considered suicide
If I failed to see the truth
Or listen to friends time and again
That the gun in my hand was you

Who was it that purchased the bullets
Who spun the magazine
Who left the fatal shot in the chamber
Who caused this horrific scene

As it goes it doesn't much matter
The shot has already been fired
The end couldn't have come quickly enough
The hole straight through the heart

So I ask...

Would it be considered suicide
If I failed to see the truth
Or listen to friends time and again
That the gun in my hand was you