Ice cold, staring through a window,
the warmth of a summers day, ebbs and flows outside,
time slips through my fingers like grains of sand,
constructing plans and futures,
fiction that fades into shadows ,
dreams that mingle with the dust in my room,
In resignation, I let the old ghosts ride my soul.

© H V Swan

I was made for war
My hands are soft, my lungs are weak
I was made for war
I have no discipline, I live to feed my flesh
I was made for war
My mind………my mind………………
It still contains the coal
Hot, burning, aware, remembering that
I was made for war
My leathered soul, dust covered, grey still burns
I feel it whisper, because
I was made for war
Lord, Oh my Lord
Harden my hands
Open my lungs
Discipline my mind and
Teach me to starve my flesh
Because
I was made for war*.

[Ephesians 6:12-13]

What a pleasant joke
Your scent upon my sheets.
It's like a shadow ghost
Playing tricks on my morning mind.

When you know
Of their blood
And their children
And what they are told
Then why are you surprised?

Who gives the orders
And who decides?
Hearts have no borders
Rivers take no sides

When you know
Why they come
To breathe the same air
To live with hope
Then why are you unforgiving?

Who gives the orders
And who decides?
Hearts have no borders
Rivers take no sides

When you know
That they are desperate
Because of no birthright
Except love of family
Then why are you afraid?

Who gives the orders
And who decides?
Hearts have no borders
Rivers take no sides

When you know
They only want what you want
No more no less
Than a happy home
Then why are you angry?

Who gives the orders
And who decides?
Hearts have no borders
Rivers take no sides

I've been waiting for so long.
I put in so much effort.
I couldn't wait to show you.
You wanted to wait until it was finished.
I worked so it would be.
Finally, there was a time to show you.
I wanted nothing more.
You kept trying to make me smile,
But that would've been the best way.
You were too distracted to want to.
Found yourself busy with other things.
Guess I have to just wait some more.

you, I know you hate me, but when are you going to open your eyes and see what's before you, the bright future we have.

a fatal attraction is common, and what we have in common is the everlasting passion to be loved

why won't you let me be the “he” in your heart & satisfy you ? I can take your mind on a vacation & your heart out in space

we have a garden out here at home, the roses have blossomed, come let's pick the pink roses, and let me plug them to your hair

"Do Not Touch"
The sign I read for this majestic beauty.
It makes me all the more want to know what it feels like.
Does one crave to hold ugly things?
No, I say.
So I continue to stare, breathing in, capturing whatever ounce of this creature,
Without the right to touch.
Thoughts torture the mind with daydreams.
But I can't look away.
It has captured my heart,
I am a prisoner to her.
And so I sit,
Wait,
Stare longingly,
Till the sign is removed.

Or I am set free.

Why should I bend?
Night has qualms with destroyed souls
Only the hiss of the former days
Can restore the mattress of time
Should I repeat my self
on end higher than this?
Night becomes great deeds never uncovered
Like a woman's despair
Her self
Vigilant of departed cats
Dreaming silences
The street at her cover
Shines where there are
No more sighs
She mingles in poverty
Tries her luck as a natural state
Soul of dust paved on glory
Night seems nor dark nor dull
She steps into my soul
Dying ember suffocated
On mane.

Some gone
And feeling like the girl next door,
No way to show how
I was or am.
Try too hard only to be let down easy.
Your playmate.

And as you play with my heart
I lay in the corner
Trodden over and forgotten.

Black is my heart today...