Perfection
Is
Just
A
Myth
From
The
Pits
Of
Insecurity

Late at night,
when the stars find their way through
the blinds on my window,
and the shadows decide
to crawl into my soul,
your velvet voice and luscious scent
chase my dreams away.

Over there a young boy falls
And over here a woman weeps
When bugle and clarion call
Not mothers, but army keeps
Children of the country then
In unsullied discipline when
Bugle and clarion cry for war
So father, son and brother fall
The awaiting woman's despair
Smell death and cordite in air
Fall flailing to the sister's woe
Fall weak with strong sorrow
To the old wife's fresh sadness
Fight, hero and fall with madness

Dear Friend,
Its been 5 months
Since we last met
Though we have social network
To keep in touch
I still feel a little forgotten.

Dear Friends,
Its been 5 years
Since we last talked
We eventually lost touch
I've heard your married
And have your own company.

Dear Friend,
Its been 5 minutes
Since we last saw each other
And it might be the last
I'm glad you didn't forget me
Nor our past.
(s.a.)

Please don't shut me out,
Maybe I can help.

Please put down that knife,
Don't end your life.

Please open up your eyes
Can't you hear my cries?
(s.a.)