Sitting alone,
Waiting for something,
Time to reflect,
Time for pondering,

The mind wanders,
Back, Back,
Before "it" happened,
When life was "normal"

When the sky was blue,
Before the rivers ran red,
When the fields were green,
And flowers would grow,

The forests were green,
Animals roaming,
Birds singing,
And food could grow,

The skies are purple,
Filled with debris,
From other earths,
And deep underground,

The machines were merciless,
Wholly set to accomplish a goal,
To violate this ****** earth,
And take her seed,

To plant elsewhere,
Grow and nurish,
Then harvest again,
Such is their game,

But earth cannot comprehend,
The powers that be,
Lying behind,
Such extraterrestrial visitors,

Escaping back,
To that wonderful world,
With everything needed,
And more to enjoy,

When people were free,
And bread was cheap,
When pleasure was possible,
When children could play,

For never again,
Will happiness be heard,
For once it is barren,
They destroy the world,

Stranded alone on an island,
A man floated among his dreams,
Tried to ignore his coming death,
Tried to silence the inner screams,

His world was shattered,
One fateful day,
When his plane fell down,
Into the bay,

He left his daughters,
And his wife,
Across the sea,
He left his life,

He drempt of home,
And many a night,
Against odds and nature,
He would fight,

For he was strong,
And determined was he,
For again with his family,
He would be,

He fought for months,
And on and on,
But no one would come,
To set eyes upon,

This lonely soul,
And tormented he,
Was tempted to himself,
From suffering free,

As he held the knife,
And scratched his skin,
He could hear the calling,
From deep within,

He knew that if he died,
There was no chance to see,
His daughters again,
Or with his wife to be,

So he pressed on,
And fought harder,
But it seemed from salvation,
He only got farther,

His heart and soul,
Were both shattered,
He could move on no more,
His will was tattered,

Then the chopper,
Flew into his cove,
And into the water,
His salvation dove,

As they moved onto land,
And toward his bed,
They found him lying,
Bitter, cold, and Dead,

Somewhere along,
Beings, fates, or gods,
Are harsh and cruel,
Ne'er sparing the rod

Life is not easy,
And never is fair,
But we must push through,
Even when no hope is there,

If we give up,
And bow our head,
Then we are crawling,
Into deaths bed,

The least we can do,
If fight on and long,
Till every ounce,
Of strength is gone,

You are in free fall at 10,000 feet,
You have no parachute, no phone to call for help,
No one is nearby, No one else can catch you,

You have a can of spray paint, (any color you choose)
And you have a plastic toy cow,

HOW DO YOU SURVIVE???

Often her beauty is passed over,
Many a dress is wasted,
She cannot acquire his attention,
No matter how she dresses up,

She dies at every failure,
She longs for a single glance,
To be graced by a single word,
Living to be noticed by him,

Every night she dreams,
Of life with him and her,
The pangs of love chain her,
To a life of slavery,

After her will is broken,
When she is no longer strong,
She reverts to her more natural self,
And he seeks her out,

He finds and admires her person,
He sees that she is at peace,
She cannot believe it was so easy,
To meet her only love,

All of our faking and strutting,
All of the false looks,
They only cover our colors,
And hide us from true love,

There is a land, over the sea,
Where all around, on hills and spires,
Stand tall and gleaming, in morning sun,
The Silver Statues, still and hushed,

They watch over their land, constantly,
Eyes all around, There are no secrets,
The statues know all, even the darkness,
None can hide, from the statues eyes,

Ages of memories, stored in silver,
Boundless wisdom, locked within,
Silently watching, waiting for an age,
When this eternal punishment, shall ensnare them no more,

Statues connected, by thought and by mind,
Standing guard, for all of time,
Ranks on an island, invaluable stones,
But none can see them, or share in their load,

This is the penalty, for those who betray,
Those who cross, and harm their friends,
He is chained, in a world of pain,
For he cannot repay, an innocent friend,

A lamb, soft and tender,
Wanders, around an unknown bend,

Misguided, pretender,
It knows not, when its life shall end,

Dwarfed by natures forces,
All around fly evils sources,

A small light, flickers, wanes,
Precious lamb, caught in death's dark chains,

All WE can do is love,
For WE are like little lost Lambs.