I see war movies
in the night a little late
That's only place I find
People with greater pain

I see it when I'm sad
I see it when I feel disabled
I see it when I need pals
I see it to feel less miserable

I saw a man in wildfire
And another burning it
There was one in vicious smoke
There was one making it

I saw the little devil blast
I saw lots of flying metal
I saw men killing fellow men
And it squinched my heart a little

Men lost their lives in war
Some only died half
Curse with a lot worse
They'll have to die in parts

Love doesn't pierce your flesh
Or leave any visible scars
But for I know and all I know
I'd rather be at war

I got lost in the road map creases of your palms,


and the stromatic streets of your irises,


and the bar needle, compass cracks of your lips,


and as I looked for shelter,

I found myself walking in circles;

wrapped around your 


finger.


((((((((acquiesced))))))))

What could have been
But never was
The past is gone
I let it pass

So many chances
Never taken,
Did I miss out?
Should I keep waiting?

To seize the day
You must be brave
I was afraid,
Is it too late?

The easy way
Is to stay still -
Maybe someday
Love will appear

**** sensibility
I need sensitivity
emotions
that pour
as black
as tar
from
the ashes
of our complexity.