She stands
In an empty field, facing east,
Her solitary shadow growing long.

Around her is this peaceful place, silent;
Only wind against her face,
Drifting across The plains.

Then a chill brushes past her cheek…

She feels
This presence in her spine and
She stiffens.  

It is just a current of the season,
Mingled with the late sun on her shoulder;
But the warmth and the cold sometimes conflict.  

…..The chill reminds her of his absence….  

This place is quiet, only a whisper.  

She hears
The pulse of her blood quicken,
Its course inside her thickens.  

The atmosphere shifts,
Eyes widen, as she faces the horizon.  
She is set like flint before a restless world.

Her wide blue eyes water, her heart
Pounding in strained desire.  

This steady, steeled daughter of America
Longs to cast a strong line of her love,
To the rock of her life,

Across the storming sea, so far away…
To that place of horrified warriors:
Shrieking shrapnel shreds obliterated oblivion.
The air trembles as the shock wave rips the ether,
Violently rent asunder.  
Littered remains rotting in the midst of the fury;
Good men reduced to the ragged riot of raw fear.
Gaunt, ravenous Death commands the field of battle as the machines of War rumble on, so far away….

She struggles
To join her failing courage with his
Torch-tested bravery – and to go the
Distance.  

If she could pull him out of that turbulent tide, cast him her line.
To rescue him from the gaping grasp of Danger.  
To see him home from his struggle, soothing his scars,
Calming the calamity in his ears and to steady his heart.

To make them whole again,
Together in this peaceful place.

But now the gears of history are churning
More human fodder between its wheels,
Withering wreckage in its wake.  
So many lost in that foreign land, all
Split apart at the atoms.

All fallen Adams.  Paradise lost…  
And yet, still (and silently) found, for these
Fallen defenders. As they depart,
Leaving this lost and hopeless place…

Drifting towards a distant field of
Sun-kissed wheat, now fields of lush
Green harmony in bird song,
Bees buzzing, and mild breezes.
Fertile plains stretching and
Flowing hills rolling into the azure distance
Of never ending creation,
All mingled in light,
unspoiled by the conflict of the world
Left behind.  

For there is no conflict, now,
In these currents of the season –
Between the warmth and the cold...
Brushing past her tear-dappled cheek.

People are literally dying every single day
But only the celebrities manage to make the front page
A higher level of honour because they gotta lotta dollar
What about the people hard pressed showing signs of survival?

You dont hear the stories of people rotting away
Inside a straight jacket of "normal" human flaws, they say
You dont feel the pain of banging heads going down corridors
You dont see the stress of death clutching your heart to his chest like pause...

Consider whats wrong
How suicide rates escalate since before I was born there's something
In the air, a blank stare or soulful eyes
Begging with each blink that you might hear their silent cries they deny!

Their own existence is not as important as yours
So stop and think a second time before they hit the floor
With gunshots at 50, and with depression about 90,
The percent of people dead per annum, they dont need this **** i highly

Doubt you gave a ****, doubt you wished them luck
Doubt you'd be the mechanic to fix this faulty truck
Just a little more, all the times you saw
Those eyes pierce the night from under those black nightly hoods

Therein is chaos in mechanics, robotics, electronics,
And that's what y'all have become, bystander demonics
Every day is the same to you, every try is lies to truth
Nobody seems to realise there's help needed for our ******* youth!

Turn to drugs to have some fun, cant feel the pain when you're feeling numb
Chemicals to help uphold the happiness you had when you were young
Alcohol to help absolve
The sins of past remain unsolved
But thats okay when every day you forget the reason you were born!

Blades to skin to drown the pain
The blood we washed won't truly stain
Every mark will always change
Every scar will stay the same

Every day is all in vain
All the anger we locked away
In the hopes that it would fly away and fade as fast as the light of day!

Blog our thoughts to keep us sane!
This stabs our mind, steel to brain!
A monster crying out for aid
BUT ALL YOU DID WAS NEVER CHANGE!

So you walk along the sidewalk
You dont see, them swinging
They felt they never had a choice
You never cared, when they lost their voice...

VIOLENCE! VIOLENCE! VIOLENCE!
They cry out in vain
For they refuse to believe
The truth that stands in front of their faces
VIOLENCE! VIOLENCE! VIOLENCE!
And it yells and screams for them to come home
To end the taunts
That grew into battles
that turned into wars
That are never won
VIOLENCE! VIOLENCE! VIOLENCE!
All because they still refuse to obey
They built their lives on towers of lies,
Pride fills their heads with idiotic ideals
And blind them with darkness
Like lost sinners with no saviour
'WHO ARE WE FIGHTING!'
The light moves further away
As they stop talking
As they stop loving
As they stop.
TALKING
It never worked
VIOLENCE! VIOLENCE! VIOLENCE!
It's not the answer
But what is the question?
VIOLENCE! VIOLENCE! VIOLENCE!
How many must they ****?
How many must the slaughter?
How many must suffer?
For the the extra bit of land
VIOLENCE! VIOLENCE! VIOLENCE!
Is not the answer
But it is the question
And the answer is peace!
The answer is love
violence?

She was beautifully broken
Her voice was not spoken
Her tears stained the lining of her cheeks
Her life could never seem so bleak
With news like this
The world has now become a dark abyss

Take me now
Take me far
How can you
How can I

You leave me in pieces
Beaten and bruised
Just then all life just ceases
And all your turns have been used.
Check mate, you loose

Take me here
Take me there
How could he
How could she

A heart so brutally used
So with a scar it can be fused
Don't leave me here
Oh can't you hear
The devil cries out to endear

Take me back
Take me up
How dare you
How dare I

This pain will not forfeit it's prize
It only wants its disguise
It hides in broken futures
And cries in broken lies
I seem to not recognize my face anymore

Take me out
Take me down
How dare he
How dare she

The mirror reflects your face now
Your obituary will be my vow
I'll keep you close
I'll keep you near
Maybe you'll find me here

Take me
Take me
How could you die
Take me
Take me
How should I die

And what the heaven
And what the art
Could heal the sinews of my heart

on days where the sun sinks quietly into submission and allows the moon to conquer the sky, the trees revel in the dull yellow defeat as and the horizon waves a colorless flag or a nod to the sun and the lonely sunset. over the pond , life will cease until morning and spirits will dance among the trees, cold. ∆¨®ˆ˚∂ßπ until the battle returns and the sun takes over with it's dull brilliance. the tears from the oh so lonely ghosts will turn to dust until the strength returns. this is the cycle

The time has come for a great battle
A fight where beasts turn into cattle.
Grown only to be slaughtered once more,
This is when the animals come stomping down their door.

Silver and gold plated armor glistens in the light,
We have precisely sharpened our claws overnight.
They know we are coming soon we'll be there,
Lock your doors, board your windows, and beware.

You have short time to say adieu
We will take no prisoners, unlike you.
Too many times we've been hunted and killed
We will cleanse our land of things you build

We'll storm the metropolis nowhere is secure,
Hospitals, hotels, houses, all destroyed for sure.
**** all the beasts, leave nothing alive
For they are the reason we do not thrive.

To defeat this immense threat,
We've prepared, don't you fret.
The wild animals have joined forces
Deers with bears, and lions with horses.

Together we will get our revenge
And our fallen allies we will avenge.
You can't stop us, you will try
Your heart from your chest, we will pry.

Hunted and killed, we are sick and tired,
Hearts ablaze and our minds are fired.
We line up on the battlefield one by one
To wipe out the beastly humans, the final battle has begun.

Mired in history, coiled around by cheap reflections
On previous ramshackle glory,
Roman armies camped in valleys,
Swords trickling with blood from the battle
On the heath. Bodies covering the bracken
Like a foreshortened locust swarm, wingless

Over the town. The triumphant Italians had there
On the high ground, above the sinuous Col,
Built temples
And baths. Marble hauled in from Sicilian quarries,
Loaded on to Carthaginian ships by fierce North African slaves-
Themselves beaten warriors.
They were in the town when the tribes struck,
Dying in chains.

Before their own savage deaths, they slaughtered
Others, cut them into ragged pieces, decapitated, *****,
Choralling songs of victory, leaving none alive.
That day, the dun hills smelt better!
They torched the temples and wasted the proud theatre,
The slender apogee of culture.

Now the town slumbers in the present,
Burying its past under beautiful gardens, purple flowers and
Raffish gladioli peeking out from unobtrusive suburbs
Stinking of ancient corpses.