The nights are longer now than before,
always dark and cold, drawing in the mist,
clouding our vision through the prison
in which we waited. There was no stoppage
in time anymore, just the silence that
enveloped around us.

Only with the distant rumble of thunder
could any change in time - the candle of a
heart slowly being extinquised the only sight
to be seen through the yellow panes of
smoke and ash for miles, chocking the life
from the flame.

Clammy and stuffy don't even begin to describe
the horrors of where I am trapped. Encased in
the coffin of earth and rubber, always wet and cold
from the rain which ceased to stop, filling our boots
till they could fill no more. French ground is where
I stand, and French ground is where I die.

Life lives no more, only the rats see little hope,
nibbled away from frost-bite of death and disease,
only the strongest survive the month. Even the horses
could sense it, their long faces reflecting the horrors
that were to be expected soon, one last push they say,
one last push till it ends.

Repulsed by the tightness in which I was trapped I reach
forward into the yellow cloud, spiralling itself through
the wire which surrounded me. One breath was all it took
to wipe the life from the eyes, so thats all I took,
one breath.

We are hanging on firmly,
To each other,
Strong and trembling,
Fighting for ourselves
And for what we feel,
And no one around can tell what we are feeling,
The doubts can close in around us
But within our own cocoon,
Knowing what we know,
Feeling what we feel,
We are safe inside.

I live for the moments when you are close,
When I can match my breathing with yours,
When my hand is your hand,
When my eyes are your eyes,
When not a thing passes through my lips,
Inward or outward, which I do not share with you.

And when you are gone,
Every time you have to go,
My heart breaks all over again
And I take the larger piece and give it to you to take,
To keep until again my hand is your hand,
My eyes are your eyes,
And my lips are your lips.

There is a path that leads you home
With direction that is clear
Right beside it lies another path
And it's so very near

These two upon first glance
Appear to be the same
And as you ponder which to choose
They both call out your name

As you gaze upon the view
And determine which to take
Oft' times the straight and narrow
You quickly will forsake

Now the beauty of the second path
It shines with such a light
Beaming down on all you want
'Til you forget what's right

With great haste you find yourself
Strolling right along
Heading down the second path
That doesn't lead you home

The second path I speak of
That seems so brightly lit
It soon turns into darkness
And your way you will forget

So if you find yourself there walking
In all darkness and in fear
Remember, there's still the first path
And it lies so very near

She puts her hand in his back pocket.
I know they're going home together tonight.

She's about as predictable as a fortune cookie (everything always ends in bed.)
In three days she'll forget the whole thing. (I wish everything in life was that easy.)

How can a time call The Present exist?
When Time is never at a still moment.
One could say;
"This very moment is The Present"
Even though as the words pass their lips,
the words have been dragged
back to The Past.
Is The Future not merely one second away?
Perhaps, The Present is a conjunction of the two.
Perhaps, its to describe our current situation or whereabouts
Perhaps, The Present is a lie.
Until proven wrong, by some radical scientist.
The last of the three is my belief.

I thought
Everything was wonderful.
Infallible.
I lived my life with a blindfold
I didn’t
Know where to go without it.

I thought all would be well.
I thought someone would
Come rescue me
From this
Hell of a life.

I thought
Maybe
I loved you.

But feelings change
True colours fade
And black and white
All turns to gray
And I though
Different than I knew.

Where do we find solace?
Where do we
Find reading nooks
Filled with books
That we love
More than friends?

I know
That everything was messed up.
I’m aware
Of all my faults and fears
Irrational and fears inevitably,
Controlling life,
And all those
Feelings.

I know
That my world was shattered,
When you cut the chord.
And like glass,
Shards pierced my heart
And I am
Bleeding from the soul.

I know
That I did not
Love you.

Were do we find solace?
Where do we find
Puddles deep
Enough to splash
Sorrow away?

I can feel your presence,
I can feel your touch,
As I close my eyes to the darkness,
I can feel your warm breath softly brush,
It swathes my being,
It engulfs my soul,
Lost in an abyss of pleasure,
Desires of the flesh have taken control,
Nothing is sacred, nothing is taboo,
Lust is the power, the wisdom and the fool.