The flaming sun is About to be extinguished And the evening star Will rise, to take its place
Like the cool gentle winds Of the night sky Your languid smile Hush the lonely tears Into a lullaby Singing of gallantry and Bravery In battlefields where You excel above all others...
You are not afraid, Death has no power over you.. What you are made of, many men only dream to possess kindness in strength compassion in faith, courage that knows no bounds... the very definition of a soldier like no other...
it is not in your victory alone that you are revered it is your quiet conduct of playing fair and your innocence in atrocities perpetrated by the monsters around you... but you did not capitulate you are unblemished till your end
sweet hero ,gentle general i lay a wreath of promise on your grave... a promise of remembrance till the day i cease to be.. you will always be remembered.. as a loving husband, a caring father... and a soldier’s soldier a man of principles and the light of the men you led in battle , the man they know as their general in the sun...
My beloved commanded clouds With his wings spread wide Beneath the sun In his silent rapture he ran Rings around the moon With speed unheard of In altitudes untested He was the uncontested Prince of the blue skies
My beloved’s eyes Reflect the yellow horizon At the end of the ocean wall He was fearless in his quest He was a cut above the rest His daring knew no boundaries He had no fear of the unknown Way out yonder ,there he flew Where no other ‘s ever been before
My beloved’s ways up in the Air was never wayward There among the white formations He was unsurpassed A venerable hero of his generation He had set his mark so steady In the echoes of history And though his life upon the ground Was less than perfect Up there, he was without equal And this is how He’d like to be remembered For he carved his name on the soft cotton clouds And though his magic chariot Now lies majestically still, he is truly, ever truly the beloved son of the great big blue skies
I am myself in shadows Forsaking the dawn I am myself in darkness Among a crowd of one A solitude of plenty… I am the words to A rounded song, A song to a husky voice A voice to an empty silence That I can not hear… What do I fear?
This magnitude of life, I wish that it had passed Me by… If I had been an ordinary lad, Then maybe I won’t be so sad. my end would not have been So bad, In my listless ,senseless compulsions Brewed an endless stream Of addiction, Far worst than I could ever have Imagined, in all the years That I have survived.. What do I fear?
One happy thought, Just one happy thought I had none.. All is gone… Alone Louder, and louder The deafening nothingness Leaves me alone Do not leave me alone…
Do you fear me? Do you fear what I had become? I had everything That is nothing Of true value But everyone has a price So I must pay the price Of my folly.. My castle is my prison An asylum for my kingdom
Long, long time ago I used to know a different man But he was gone before I could remember his name….
Mary Ann of the morning with your bright hair flowing in the wind If I stand still, long enough I can see your eyes moving and your fingers dancing It's, as if you never left.... this maze of sorrow we all call our world,
Is that your voice I hear? filled with the joys of youth and the innocence of goodness I miss your smile and I am reversing time in a perpetually slow motion manner denying and not obeying the circumstances of fate
Once again I witness, the sunlight bathing the features of your ever-beautiful face How I wish for these sacred moments to last forever so we can share both conversation and coffee in the early hours of a delightful dawn with the knowledge that there is safety in hope a life fulfilled with unconditional love that grows wildly like the courageous flowers of the forest and the mountain tops glazed with the whiteness of snow, dear Mary Ann of the morning....
Her name is Catherine Eddowes and it rhymes with meadows of green fields and moon's shadows but in the street she wallows in the darkened danger that swallows through the London fog that follows her every movement and her sorrows
Oh Catherine, my dearest come to call in nights severest of pain and pleasure without rest strike you like a luckless jest you are who you are, that's your best
I am looking at you and memorizing your ****** features that are tantalizing I do not hear if you are coming or going But I never want to hear you crying
Her name is Catherine and pray, do not forget She is far away now, much to my regret I miss her but I must not be upset
Someday ,perhaps, she'll grace me with her presence she'll look at me with no pretense she will show me emotions intense I'll smell her perfume like fragrant incense
Hello and goodbye, dear Catherine Eddowes.. a name that rhymes with meadows