Never have I seen a heart,
so wrought with open woe.
As a mother with a child who,
was far too young to go.

And nothing is as hopeless as,
watching parent bury child.
The scene burns into memory,
as if your eyes have been defiled.

Pray you never come to see,
your offspring meet deaths' kiss.
For naught in all the world I know,
is a purer pain, than this.

The first time I saw you smile,
It was like a punch in the face that sent me spinning into euphoria.
Time stopped.
A crowded room,
mind clouded with *****,
**** and,
*******.
And I saw your smile,
like a sailor lost on a dark sea, first lays eyes on light from land.
I imagine nothing short of a
lightning strike,
could near compare to the shock my system was rendered,
by the subtle lifting of your lips.
The first time I saw your smile,
was the first time
I knew love.

This is an ode, to words.
All the ******* beautiful words in existence.
At the end of the day,
the words are all we've ****** got!
The words are what separate us from the animals!
The words are life! And they are also death.
That's why you gotta fight for 'em, man,
bleed for 'em.
At some point in your life, someones gonna tell you,
"Hey! You can't say that! That's wrong, indecent, inappropriate!"
And you'll have to tell them,
"******* man! They're my words. I'll say which ones I please. You won't censor me, *******"
Oh they'll fight too, the *******.
They'll try to bully and beat and bribe your words outta you!
They know the words have power, but so do you.
That's why you can never surrender.
You may die kicking and screaming but ******* it,
you'll have your words to the very end!
They say, "Actions speak louder than words."
I say *******!
I say, "Words, are the inspiration for actions."
It is,
all.
about.
the words.

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of ***,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

Farewell, dear friend, this will be our last goodbye.
Laugh at smiles shared my friend, for me you should not cry.
Fought my battles, some won some lost, but finally it's time.
To say our last farewells, old friend, this is our last goodbye.