Well, nobody seems to
read my political stuff, so
Maybe I should hammer out,
Some uninspired fluff, about
Pixie dust, and rainbows, and
Boy meets girl, about how
When their lips touched,
They forgot about the world, and
He captured and enraptured her, and
Soothed her aching heart, and how
They long for each other,
Every moment they're apart

Yeah, sure...

Each.                                                              
       soul
              takes
                      birth
                             with
                                    an
.                                     answer
.                                              to
.                                                 mystery
.                                                      of
                                                       life
.                                                         but
.                                                                 we
.                                                                       forget
.                                                                                this
.                                                                                       in
.                                                                 charms of the beautiful world

where's the delete button,
so I can delete you from my life
you gave so much heartbreak,
we loved and then we would strife

where's the delete button
It's hard for me, it's hard for you,
and I know the change is sudden

I am pressing the delete button, but you're still here
every time I look at you my body feels with fear
I get guilty, I could get sad,
my life will start to get really bad.

Its not that I don't want you, but I just don't need you
you came into my life and broke my heart in two
you said you loved me but you knew you didn't
you think it is working,  but we both know it isn't

wheres the delete button so I can delete you
delete the memories, delete the pain
delete everything again and again

I pressed delete.... goodbye

(War Time)

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.