J Lobo

J Lobo Sep 2014

Pain

The feeling of pain,
In its emotionless hue,
It keeps me alive,
It leads me true.

J Lobo Sep 2014

Life

Incredible is this journey,
A line of fate,
A lapse in time.

I but here sit,
And world is moving by.

J Lobo Sep 2014

The Question

Immortal is the question
what is life and it's meaning.

For while life but fades,
In its own tempest swirling
The Question remains on its own,
In the darkness gleaming.

J Lobo Sep 2014

A Beautiful Day

It's a beautiful day,
As I walk these plains.
The dripping steel,
It has done it's job.

As I walk past the streams,
How beautiful they flow.
That crimson their hue,
In the light they glow.

Oh beautiful these contours,
The silhouettes they form.
Of lives extinguished,
Lying scattered forlorn.

It's a beautiful evening,
The sun is waving goodbye,
The wall has been broken
And I still go on.

J Lobo Aug 2014

One Pail Less

I am tired of all the bells and bugles,
I am tired of not seeing the end.

I am tired of standing up for things not my own,
And suffer when I stand alone.

So Now If Rome is burning itself to the ground
Let it burn, Oh let it burn

And if Nero wants to play the fiddle
Then let him play, let him play

For one less pail of water I'm sure I have
And in his songs his death he calls.

J Lobo Aug 2014

The Gem

If you had that gem in front you,
The one you never knew you wanted.
If it was there,
would you not try and make it your own.

If it sparkled ever so slightly,
And uplifted your heart again .
If it was there,
For a want of a reason would you shy away.

J Lobo Aug 2014

Being Free

Freedom Is The Right of Every Being,
What is freedom I wonder.
Am I free to choose not to be free,
Or am I not allowed that Freedom!