When first are born, we are timid new,
We have no opinions, we have no view,
These will grow as will we through years,
Our curiosity increasing, as will our fears.

An infant life, a joy to hold,
Your dreams for them, impressive, bold,
All you hope is a life well lived,
A happy life for your most precious gift.

Never forgetting that teary eye,
When hearing their first earthly cry,
They seem so small, held in your hands,
This tiny being with big demands.

Their life to you they do entrust,
Somedays they’ll leave you so hard pushed,
But for them, you’ll give your all,
To help them stand so proud and tall.

They’ll look to you so worldly wise,
To wipe the tears from their eyes,
All you say, the utmost truth,
Such is the trusting nature of youth.

All we can do, is give our best,
Cheer them up when they’re depressed,
Be that shoulder on which to lean,
And our trusty tissue to keep them clean.

A child is our ultimate task,
Providing answers to all they ask,
Be it girl, or be it boy,
They’ll always fill our lives with joy.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Life is life, embrace it, live it,
You have so much, so let go and give it,
You are unique, you have such gifts,
You cannot know whose life it lifts.

Just be yourself, as born to be,
Display your qualities for all to see,
To change yourself to impress another,
Will lead to pain and make you suffer.

No one can know what lies in wait,
To some it’s destiny, or maybe fate,
So face your life and wear a smile,
Just don’t forget to use your guile.

The path you tread, is yours to choose,
Some days you’ll win, some days you’ll lose,
These words aren’t reckless, strained or wild,
Just guidance I longed for as a child.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I came, I lived, I've died and gone,
My cycle of life, though brief, is done.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Tick tock, tick tock,
The incessant noise of that ****** clock,
The seconds march through minutes to hours,
And soon the sun shall warm the flowers.

Can anyone stop that chronological beat?
As this lack of sleep I try to cheat,
A million things race through my mind,
To chart a future as yet defined.

My music plays to pass the time,
To lose that annoying hourly chime,
The tunes would normally soothe my soul,
But finding slumber, my only goal.

The neighbours’ dog and its eerie howl,
I lie awake, just moan and scowl,
It sounds just like a hound from hell,
Another lonely soul it seems, as well.

As if coyote to the moon,
Across the night its cries are strewn,
I long to hear its baying cease,
So I can lay back here in peace.

The time flies on towards the morn,
And another day I face with scorn,
I’m blessed with life, I should be glad,
But such bad luck, it drives me mad.

A simple life is all I seek,
With some excitement found each week,
A life like this, just can’t be hard,
But now insomnia plays its card.

To find the life, for which I long,
I must stay focused, I must stay strong,
This very task plays on my mind,
And why this lack of sleep’s a bind.

So many things I have to do,
To start this life, both bold and new,
All these thoughts sweep through my brain,
And why I lie awake with the strain.

To just up sticks and move away,
Sounds like heaven to me I say,
Which friends to lose, which friends to keep,
Explains my current lack of sleep.

Always nice, and seldom cruel,
Has always left me played the fool,
Cast aside, I’m usually brushed,
But now stand tall before I’m crushed.

I shut my eyes, lie on my bed,
As all these thoughts dance round my head,
So I pray the lord, my soul to keep,
As finally I succumb to sleep.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

What drives me on through every day?
An exact reason, it’s hard to say,
I have my children, love so true,
Should I need more, should that not do?

But I have a fire that burns so deep,
Fuelled by tears I cannot weep,
My darkest thoughts I keep inside,
Where pain exists and cannot hide.

This burning flame its pain grows worse,
And this is when I write my verse,
Shy, secret, insecure,
You doubt that’s me, but me, I’m sure.

Confident, cocky, arrogant, fool,
A man who always keeps his cool,
A clown who laughs when life it frowns,
Alas a front, inside hope drowns.

A secret soul, with few I share,
Gratitude eternally, for the few that care,
I listen daily to other’s strife,
But few are there to guide my life.

A helping hand, a listening ear,
But few are there for me I fear,
My secrets hid behind secret walls,
For when I share, my world it falls.

Each time I build them even higher,
But of this task, inside I tire,
I’m always one on who you depend,
I’m always there a loyal friend.

But now I need this help for me,
I need the world to stop and see,
I can’t be the one that’s always strong,
As hard as it seems, my world’s gone wrong.

I rarely moan, hardly complain,
But where’s my help to heal my pain?
How do I stop things getting worse?
Simple, I put them in my verse.

An honest poem, with simple truth,
To ease my pain, I think of youth,
The smiles upon my children's faces,
With this thought, my pain erases.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

If is a wish, if is a dream,
If is a hope when things aren’t as they seem,
If is a yearning when life throws its worst,
If is escape for days that seem cursed.

If is release, if is desire,
If is the fuel feeding loves fire,
If is the longing for those that are lonely,
If is the wanting, the words are “If only”

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I write with a reason, I write with a rhyme,
I write when I'm bored, just killing the time,
I write with emotion, I write when I'm blue,
I write them for me, but I share them with you,
You may think them good, you may think them bad,
They may even be, just some passing fad,
But I write with a reason and I write with a rhyme,
And I write them for me, is that such a crime?

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I long to sail the seven seas,
Or glide upon the ocean breeze,
To venture off to distant stars,
Or stroll upon the planet Mars.

I long to feel the volcanoes rumble,
See Angel Falls as her waters tumble,
To visit the seven ancient wonders,
Or listen to violent tropical thunders.

I long to dive with a Great White Shark,
And see the Aurora light the dark,
To fuel the wonder in my children’s eyes,
And play my part in making them wise.

I long to leave a world that lives,
To admire the wonders that she gives,
Travelling Canada from coast to coast,
An Everest sunset I’d like the most.

Nature’s wonders I long to see,
As material things mean nought to me,
To see myself such things of awe,
Admiring Earth, magnificent, raw.

To know that these are things I’ve seen,
And not just witnessed via TV screen,
To know I’ve played a part that mattered,
In conserving our planet, now bruised and battered.

I long to gaze at the simplest of things,
To enjoy the gladness that it brings,
Sharing with those I love so dear,
And looking back fondly, year after year.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

They claim that it is better to have loved and lost,
But is that true? And at what cost?
Letting someone in to break your heart,
Or let it ache when you’re apart.

Our children receive our undying love,
The greatest of gifts from the heavens above,
But sharing the same for the partner we choose?
Actions dictate if we love or we lose.

Love is wonderful, love is grand,
Couples walking hand in hand,
But love is evil, love brings hate,
Love is impatient, it will not wait.

“I love you” is such a special phrase,
But Valentine’s is just a commercial craze,
I like you, almost says “hey, you’re ok!”
But it’s a more realistic thing to say.

Some people wear their hearts on sleeve,
But hearts like these can frequently grieve,
A heart like this could be my own,
Maybe it’s fated to be alone?

A wry old cynic, it could be said,
But merely penning what’s in my head,
People they long for the thrill of romance,
But often it’s just a merry dance.

I’d rather say what’s on my mind,
Warm, sincere, thoughtful kind,
By saying something I hold true,
And stating now, that “I like you!”

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I hide my darkest secrets,
I hide my darkest fears,
I hide behind my barriers,
I hide my silent tears,
I hide my own self loathing,
I hide it deep inside,
I hide it from my closest friends,
And from the world outside,
I hide behind a happy face,
I hide behind a smile,
I hide because it’s easier,
I’ve hid it quite a while,
I’ve hid so long it’s now my norm,
I’ve hid the times I’ve cried,
The reason why I hide so much?
Because I’m weak inside.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Happiness is a smiling face,
The tender feel of a loving embrace,
Happiness is a cheeky kiss,
Finding that person to fill the abyss.

Happiness is the love of a child,
Soothing your soul, whenever you’re riled,
Happiness is a person to love,
Whose hand fits yours just as a glove.

Happiness is an enchanting smile,
Or stunning eyes that simply beguile,
Happiness is simply me and you,
Feeling content, no longer blue.

Happiness is a simple walk,
Hand in hand, and easy talk,
Happiness is just the two of us,
A person over who, we both can fuss.

Happiness is a person, who knows what you mean,
By a wink or a nod that nobody has seen,
Happiness is simple, and certainly great,
So grab some yourself, before it’s too late.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Silent, desolate, dark and cold,
Its sordid secrets remain untold,
Ghostly, eerie, bleak and scary,
Rats scurrying by, all black and furry.

Alone, afraid, alarmed, alert,
There’s something crawling through the dirt,
I mustn’t panic, I must keep calm,
The creatures here can cause me harm.

What was that? I want to scream,
I wish this was a nasty dream,
I want my home, I want my bed,
Instead I’m worried, filled with dread.

A flash of light, a violent rumble,
As now the skies begin to grumble,
A spot of rain, then ***** of hail,
And now the wind begins to wail.

Disorientated, confused, filled with fear,
Why the hell did I crash near here?
A patch of ice? A spot of oil?
As further from the wreck I toil.

Wet, weary, wandering, lost,
I must find help at any cost,
A coin decided stay or leave,
My god, that wind, I cannot breathe.

The others left, depend on me,
I’ll save them all, just wait and see,
FOCUS MAN, maintain your thought,
The path ahead has dangers fraught.

I’ll rest a mo, this walks a bind,
I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind,
The rain falls hard, the mud grows deep,
I’m tired, I could use a sleep.

I think I’ll rest up by that tree,
I feel like someone’s here with me,
I’m sure I’ve walked this path before,
That’s quite absurd, but yet I’m sure.

I spot a mound and a cross of wood,
Respect for one that rests for good,
A weary traveller laid to rest?
I hope their soul is safely blessed.

The mound protects me from the storm,
It’s strangely cosy, safe and warm,
I spot some etchings in the grain,
MY GOD! This grave, it bears MY name!

A tortured spirit I clearly am,
I must have failed my fellow man,
To walk this path, eternally forced,
A haunted soul, a lonely ghost.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Majestic, graceful, slender, sleek,
Preying upon both the old and the weak,
The ultimate predator with razor sharp teeth,
Silent master of the aquatic world beneath.

Immortalised in film by the blockbusting “Jaws”.
Their reputation held, of our making, not theirs,
A large fearsome mouth, and black soulless eye,
Why people get scared, I can easily see why.

Falsely accused of as a harbinger of death,
Convincing people otherwise, a waste of my breath,
Reports of an attack and the world goes mad,
This creature is misunderstood, not necessarily bad.

Grey upper body, with soft clean white belly,
People believing what they see on the telly,
This magnificent fish, belongs in the sea,
To swim where it wants, to swim carefree.

With one single bite, it can deliver such pain,
Rightfully placed on top of the food chain,
A nice healthy diet of blubber rich seal,
Is what this fish considers a good, hearty meal.

Stalking below, this methodical killer,
To see her attack, it is really a thriller,
With a ****** of her tail, she zooms to within reach,
An explosion of water, as with seal she will breach.

The surface it bubbles, and turns a blood red,
She takes a big bite with a shake of her head,
With a few surly gulps, the carcass is gone,
She returns to the depths with such graceful aplomb.

The people that like to play in the surf,
This fine lady they all try to give a wide berth,
Her truth to reality, its really quite stark,
And you all know her better by the name Great White Shark.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014

The lake lies silent, deathly still,
As the early bird cries out her shrill,
The morning mist, a sweeping haze,
And Jack Frost’s tears, an icy glaze.

The Sun lies low, a radiant band,
Her dawn light rays, caress the land,
O’er autumn leaves and glistening dew,
This day begins with hope anew.

The mouse, she scurries, light of feet,
As wise owl follows, she needs to eat,
Nature, serene, but oh so cruel,
For mouse to owl, is merely fuel.

The Oak tree towers, bold and proud,
His branches loom from misty shroud,
His bark all gnarled, coarse and knotted,
With fallen leaves, now mildew blotted.

Now dawn creeps on, the creatures rise,
As the forest fills with shrieks and cries,
The sun she shines, climbing higher,
Her orange glow, a distant fire.

The mist lies gently, across the stream,
As if a rising plume of steam,
The birds they gather by the lake,
Kingfisher watching from his stake.

A fish jumps clear, a splash, a ripple,
Escaping foes that mean to *******,
A flash of scales, a fearsome Pike,
As stealthily, Heron, waits to strike.

The Sun climbs on, the mist rolls by,
The subtle breeze, a gentle sigh,
The day rolls onwards as bees they drone,
That early bird, no more alone.

From dawns early chorus, to mid morning clatter,
As now the animals begin to chatter,
From chirps and cheeps, to grunts and croaks,
Nature’s symphony plays through the oaks.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

To hope and dream is to aspire,
But me, I’m destined for damnation’s fire.
For Satan sits upon my shoulder,
My evil schemes are getting bolder.

That man you knew, that perfect gent,
Is gone forever, no time to lament.
I’ve loved, I’ve lost, I’ve laughed, I’ve cried,
But now that man you knew has died.

Good things come to those that wait,
But alas for me, I’m denied that fate.
My kindly soul oft played upon,
So now my friends, that soul is gone.

The world today is fuelled by hate,
People choosing to taunt and bait.
I used to look with sheer dismay,
But this is now society’s way.

So to those that played me for a fool,
And thought it fine to treat me cruel.
Just watch your backs and feel my ire,
For now I’m fighting fire with fire.

It may be wrong to feel this way,
But every dog must have its day.
Darwin spoke of natural selection,
So I’ve evolved, plotting my deception.

This timid soul has lost its shell,
And yes it’s destined to rot in hell.
This is wrong I hear you say,
Ironic really, as you turned me this way!

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2012

A smile can hide a million tears,
A smile can hide a thousand fears,
A smile can last throughout the years,
A smile can say what you can't say,
A smile can guide you through each day,
A smile can shine while children play,
A smile can mask if all's not well,
A smile is silent while inside you yell,
But a smile can't lie from one who can tell.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014

To those with kids, it’s the phrase from hell,
One that makes you want to yell,
No matter how many times you try,
You always end up with “but why?”

They look at you with such sad eyes,
Thinking you’ll tell them something wise,
Or even worse, they start to cry,
But still you hear that cursed “but why?”

For things done wrong, you start to shout,
When we were young, that earned a clout,
We stood there coy, we stood there shy,
And so we asked that phrase “but why?”

We were no different when we were kids,
Told off for banging on bin lids,
And yes, I often heard that sigh,
When of my parents, I asked “but why?”

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013

Our time on Earth is short and brief,
Our parting causes loved ones grief,
My mortal shell has passed and gone,
Though my immortal soul, shall journey on.

From earliest of days, my life I’ve shared
I’ve laughed and cried, with love I’ve cared,
I’ve raised a family, they do me proud,
I can hold my head high in any crowd.

You see today through teary eye,
Sadness wells, I know not why,
My life on Earth was not so sad,
So think of me in moments glad.

A funeral day is all remorse,
A mournful day, I know of course,
But life was bright, always jolly,
So think of happiness, not melancholy.

No days went by without my smile,
So think of me and pause a while,
Don’t think of me when sadness looms,
But smile for me when laughter booms.

To you today I leave this phrase,
My time on Earth you can’t erase,
My time on Earth was done you see,
So raise those smiles, no tears for me.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014

Who’s more foolish, the fool or ones who follow?
Humbled again, her pride she must swallow,
Understanding a man, she should know better,
He’s just playing his game, and soon he’ll forget her.

To play with ones feelings, a terrible game,
Deep down inside, there must be no shame,
Toying with one with a heart on their sleeve,
No cares for their feelings, intending to leave.

People with ego are driven inside,
They think they’re the best and can’t be denied,
To men driven like this, using people each day,
A woman has a phrase she can easily say.

You think you are easily her greatest lover,
Conquest is done, now on to another,
To you she will say, a creature of habit,
“You will not be missed, I still have my rabbit”.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I’ve stood where you are upon that ledge,
And teetered on that very edge,
Been summoned into Satan’s lair,
His scheming fuelled my own despair.

My darkest days, with no way out,
No one heard me scream and shout,
The future looming, scary, stark,
No light ahead, just constant dark.

My every move dug a deeper hole,
To escape this mire, my only goal,
There seemed no end to all this strife,
The logic now, to end my life.

To ease my suffering, to ease my pain,
To put an end to all this strain,
And so I stood upon that ledge,
To take the step from off that edge.

A seconds pause, a momentary blink,
But time enough to stop and think,
What made me stop, I could not say,
But that’s the reason I’m here today.

It made me stop, it made me think,
It brought me back from on the brink,
I realised all the good things I had,
My life itself was not that bad.

I had my children with love so true,
To end my life would leave them blue,
I had no choice, I had to stay,
And face my perils, day by day.

So when you think all hope is lost,
And you must escape at any cost,
Before you face the hounds of hell,
There are people in life that need you as well.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Death is a future that all people share,
Be it sudden or slow, it simply won’t care,
It has many forms, it has many ways,
As a shadow it follows for all of our days.

Some people fear it, some they embrace it,
One thing is certain; they’ll never outrace it,
As sure as there’s birth, there will always be death,
The reaper waits patiently, until our last breath.

Our birth is a miracle, but is death the end?
On your religious belief, will this answer depend?
A belief in a faith does not make you wrong,
For deep in your heart does this answer belong.

To loved ones we leave, grief comes along swift,
But mourn not our passing; our life was a gift,
The times that we shared, the good and the bad,
Thinking of us, should not leave you sad.

Life is not living if you simply exist,
Take life in your hands and give it a twist,
It’s your actions and deeds that define who you are,
Just remember that death, watches on from afar.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Eternal flame burning bright for me,
A beacon of hope across life’s great sea,
A symbol of faith for wandering ways,
A guiding light for darker days.

The symbol of life that burns so quick,
That tall proud candle, with unspent wick,
My life it holds within its flame,
Either good or bad, it burns the same.

As life grows long, the candle grows short,
For a life lived carefree, or one of thought,
The candle cares not one jot,
It lives to burn, that is its lot.

Through time the candle grows so frail,
Just like myself, through time I’ll ail,
And just like I, oxygen gives it life,
To cope with all our daily strife.

Our time on earth, is fleeting, brief,
If time is tree, then I am leaf,
My faith proclaims life’s heaven sent,
But ends when my candles wick is spent.

All I ask from the life I live,
Is people appreciate all I give,
I care not for fame, nor even wealth,
Life is good if there is health.

I have the greatest gift of all,
I have my children, I love them all,
The gift I’ll leave hides in my words,
To me as melodic as the song of birds.

My candle of life continues to burn,
I have so much I've still to learn,
Until the day I give that final choke,
And my candle itself shows only smoke.

When time has passed, please don’t be sad,
Think of me with memories glad,
My candles flame, extinguished, gone,
Deep in your hearts, will still burn on.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2012

As clocks fall back, and nights draw dark,
An ethereal gloom provides a spark,
Autumn approaches, the year it wanes,
As howling winds snarl at our panes.

No sign of hope, no sign of joy,
The sun she rises, weary, coy,
Now time for rain, and time for sleet,
As muddy pools lie at our feet.

The greens and yellows, become scarlet and red,
The cold she greets us from our bed,
Jack Frost awaiting as we rise, 
From radiant blue, now charcoal skies.

The weather now, grows ever colder,
As Winter's grip looms o'er your shoulder,
Icy steps, with potential harm,
Scarves and gloves, to keep you warm.

Long cold days, turn into night,
You stay at home, and cuddle tight,
Lights burn bright, fires cackle and burn,
Until summer days shall return.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2012

Darkness, despair, emptiness, alone,
Solitude, depression, fatigue, confusion,
Nobody worries if you don't answer your phone, 
Nobody cares that your smile's just an illusion.

Your mind seeks out refuge in a most sinister place,
Your confidence gone, you feel you are worthless,
So many ignorant of the pain in your face,
So many so called friends quite simply couldn't care less.

You cry out for help, but nobody hears,
You reach out for hope, but none can you find,
Nobody listens as you pour out your fears, 
Nobody cares about your scared, lonely mind.

The times you have been there for friends most in need,
The hours you have sat there as they poured out their woes,
But now that you need them, for help you won't plead,
As alone you must fight off your depression born foes.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014

The sands of time just roll on by,
From birth to death, we live we die,
The sands of time care not a jot,
We live to die, that is our lot.

The sun and moon both rise and set,
Their sands of time are not done yet,
The sands of time roll on forever,
To defy their march, a mortal endeavour.

Time and tide they have no foe,
With sands of time along they go,
The age of man itself is brief,
Compared to tree, we are the leaf.

The sands of time are not a beach,
Instead a future out of reach,
They are our future, they are our past,
They are our memories, built to last.

Be we young, or be we old,
They are our stories, as yet untold,
Through the hourglass of time, the sands they seep,
Until the time our loved ones weep.

A future shared, a certain death,
The day we take our final breath,
Our body empty, a soul forlorn,
Those sands of time, they will not mourn.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I’d like to tell a tale so grim,
Don’t pray for hope, mere foolish whim,
“Beware to all who enter here,
The trees themselves can sense your fear”

A place where ghouls and goblins wait,
For lonely travellers to seal their fate,
A place where hope has long since gone,
And eternal darkness lingers on.

I would not suggest you stop and rest,
March on my friend, I think that’s best,
Danger hides in every tree,
You doubt my word, just wait and see.

An unearthly stench wafts through this wood,
The demons sense your rich warm blood,
I urge you not to pitch your tent,
Heed my warning, it is well meant.

No sweet spring blooms will greet your path,
Anything of beauty incurs such wrath,
No sound of birds to fill the air,
A joyous song, they would not dare.

There is no sun, nor gentle breeze,
You won’t find safety among these trees,
The air is still, the air is calm,
With creatures here to cause you harm.

You feel the cold, your icy breath,
As in your footsteps follows death,
He’ll strike you down without a thought,
Tread carefully, this path has dangers fraught.

These woods are thick, their area vast,
Travellers stare, afraid, aghast,
But do not stop, no do not dwell,
For this could be a living hell.

The creatures here have but one goal,
They want to claim your very soul,
To bring an end to your miserable days,
They’re able to do this in a myriad of ways.

So heed both my warning and the sign,
Turn back from here while you have the time,
The reason they call it the Weeping Wood?
No weep of willow, but travellers’ blood.

From roaring seas, to rolling hills,
At one with nature, cures all my ills,
Through green of grass, or blue of sky,
I close my eyes and hear natures cry.

From song of bird, to buzz of bee,
Nature’s voice is clear to me,
Through breath of wind, or tear of rain,
Our planet tries to show her pain.

We bleed her dry, we **** her land,
As profit and greed, go hand in hand,
Despite all she offers to help us live,
We still demand for more to give.

Too many live lives just for today,
While Mother Earth is left to pay,
Now is the time to save tomorrow,
Or the age of man will end in sorrow.

I sit besides the waters edge,
For thoughts and reasons, my mind I dredge,
The winter wind blows hard and chill,
But here I sit and wonder still.

No answers to my questions why,
Despite how many times I try,
Each one I find has many flaws,
But to no avail, the choice was yours.

The things you said I will not say,
Our time together now cast away,
Yes it’s true, things moved so fast,
But did that mean it couldn’t last?

New friends I made, please say goodbye,
As now it seems it’s time to fly,
There is so much I need to say,
But I’ll take that pain and fuel my day.

The scent of smoky factory plumes,
As deep inside my anger fumes,
The lighthouse catches the winter sun,
To try and stop me feeling glum.

So now it’s time to start anew,
Of times like these, I’ve had a few,
And that is why I’ve penned this verse,
To stop my mood from getting worse.

The old man he sits there pale and gaunt,
His face all scarred, built only to haunt.
The young kids look with dread and fear,
The older ones just taunt and sneer.

Parents look on at him with a scowl,
The braver ones they’ll speak with a growl.
Look at him, he’s a freak and a ******,
He doesn’t belong here the ***** old peado.

Nobody dares to ask his name,
Nobody cares for the reason he came.
They cannot see his lonely tears,
His voice will not carry above their jeers.

His life destroyed while still in his prime,
Himself a victim of a terrible crime.
His children were taken by a beast from afar,
A stupid old drunk, in control of a car.

Two innocent children just walking from school,
Recalled back to heaven, thanks to that selfish drunk fool.
So that old man in the park you are looking to blame,
May simply be, just releasing his pain.

We are all quick to judge when we see things we fear,
Or if we feel threatened for those we hold dear.
But once in a while, just stop and take heed,
For the person we fear, may be the person in need.