WAR

War and peace does it go, no one knows

From legend to myths to worries of Thor Viking God of war

What is war, does it have no meaning?

Where sons and daughters are trained to fight a system, where governments fail to parade

Where names of loved ones go to the grave

Does war ignite the fire, to unfold the targets that we have become

The exposure, the rapid response to destroy life our future

Where authority is given to people who sit in style, as people die for a country that has deserted them

No escape I am afraid, Who is to blame?



                                                                                     L STUART 09

THE DAY THE INTERNET NEARLY BECAME MY FATHER

Dad where are you "No answer"

I have a question about life "No answer"

Dad how do I live and become a father "No answer"

Days months years go by "No answer"

I wonder to myself how would I become to know the questions of life

Wait someone says they will be answered

Eureka the time has come

To unveil the ultimate machine the internet the fountain of all knowledge

No more struggling to find unanswered questions

By a gentle push of a button I have a "FATHER"

Do I now have enough knowledge "Knowing the unanswered"

I think not yet, life is to short to know enough

But before I end a "FATHER" can not be replaced by a machine for better or for worse



                                                                          L STUART 09

LOVE

A word made up to bring pain

A dizzier to create suffering

Why do we love only to be left behind

Why do I fear to love

Does love know it hurts

Can love bring happiness

Have I entombed myself in a invisible bird cage, where there is no exit, no freedom

I watch my fragile life from a distance, knowing it will dissolve into dust

I still dream of places I once explored, where the sun never sets and the darkness never comes

My mind so strong, like iron horse men advancing into battle, knowing there is no return

                                                                                LARRY STUART 09

THE SEA

So vast, so merciless, yet so graceful.

What secrets do you hide in your mystic depths?

Where the waves roar on wasteland shores

And the ****** sands are still as white as snow



Ancient galleons lie deathly quiet

With tales of lost treasure deep inside its hull                                                

Sails ripped and savagely torn from the winds of long ago

Forgotten mariners still sail their ghostly ships

never to plunder the shores again.

                                                                           BY LAZA O9

A SOLDIER

A man born from flesh and blood

Ordered to **** with no regret

As the giant cannon ***** fly, screams of terror hollow in the distance trenches

In the blistering heat

He trudges through the valley of lost souls

Looking at death straight in the eye

Knowing deep inside there is no surrender

Adreline begins to pump through his veins with great heist

The sharp splintered ammunition waiting to  feed the hungry giant spring gadgets

Waiting to rip flesh from bone

Behind the trigger he lays analysing the ****** field before him

He sees the paralysesd faces of small children, running towards him arms open wide

His thinks what can I do

He closes his tired eyes for a second, he runs screaming get down

Nothing happens, blood starts to flow from his jagged wound

He cries out for help lying in empty hole, as  vultures fill the clouded sky

He knows now his on his own

As darkness prevails vanquishing the perfect light

He lays his head down to sleep.

Droplits of blood soak through morning mist

the smell of burnt flesh fills the air

He awakes from his deathly sleep to fight another day

                                                           LARRY A STUART 09

BEYOND

When we go to the beyond

where the next mountain lies

Do we fear what is on the other side?

For whatever comes our way is it not adventure



Through death and beyond beauty never dies

For what beauty we see is to some only a dream

to us it is what keeps us sane



Where merciless mountains reign above all and shadow what we know

by Gods grace we stand - but never alone



                                                                           Laza 09

LIFE

I ask you as I begin, how would you describe LIFE?

For me the word "Euphoria" comes to mind in a weird sense.

Have we become our own narrators forbidden to live our own rehabilitated LIVES?

Does LIFE for some have no meaning, where laws have incarcerated in the hearts of people who declare our own existence?

We somehow fly a flag of nations, of countries what does it represent?

Peace new LIFE or a pushchair war?

Seems to me LIFE has become a class of its own distinction, never knowing its own ending.

Is money the ultimate ruler of our hormonal LIVES?

At the end do we desire what we fear the most?

                                                                                         LAZA 09