Let the blood gently ooze
Let me this life slowly snooze
What new hope does the morrow bring
When dirges about me they sing!

His head couldn't contain the misery it had conceived
And his heart burst from the pressure of his woes
No more tears were to be shed - for he'd been happily grieved
And lost already was the fragrance of those roses at his toes!

You were the Phoenix of that great nation
You died that it may rise
The idea of freedom was your creation
And thus it lives e'en after your demise!

Their sorrows were halved when they cried
And daily, the strength of their empty hearts was tried
The dirge took them gracefully to another place
And every image of their death, they were quick to embrace!

The purple curtain closed when he bowed his head to the crowd
And the last tear coursed lazily upon his cheek
His sorrows were - as the applause of the crowd - loud
And so was the blood that from his heart was soon to leak

Every night was, but a weeping rehearsal
A preparation for the wailing of doomsday
The deepest tears heard the call of his soul
And every stream flowed as if only to obey

His daily pain was only as deep as his soul
Hidden as it were from the palpation of all
And though his face often portrayed a joy
The misery like a cancer was certain to destroy!

The cold blood flowed from his heart drop by drop
And every face about was a reminder of the dagger it bore
In his dark moments his slender hands would aimlessly *****
But the dearth of support hurt him deeper to the core

I wander when I sleep
And because this world of mine is so deep
I dream of strange things when I sleep
Numerous cliffs where slopes are so steep

They carry his corpse to be buried
The ceremony has been technically hurried
On their lips and faces they seem to mourn
But deep in their hearts is scorn!

In my world, all angels are heaven-sent!
Every moment with her fills me with amazement
Her eyes glitter like the midnight moon,
And her speech has the sound of my favorite tune.

Her embrace parts the waters of my misery
And her smile is the symbol of her verity
Her face is the treasure I carry in my mind
For a love as hers is truly a rare find!

Her heart drowned in the river of her tears
Her bones were broken by the weight of her fears
Forlorn she is by all her peers
And her fate is the type that's dreaded by seers

The dust coated the dreams of those men
And all their worthy cries, the winds would deafen
The rain washed away their manly tears
And the trenches were the perfect harbor for their fears

the desert sands must first grow cold
all the tales of ancient man must be told
the sun's rays must return to their source
and tears from all men's eyes must course

Goodbye
Goodbye, I say again
Tell me when (if) you'll come back
And the rain? tell me of that rain
Is it the reason you smile
or rather do you hide some guile
Do you still smoke in the cold
Do you even think of me as you told
Will you take my heart, too
And sell it for a penny or two!
Will you love as lovers do
or will you say we ain't meant to
I'm freezing and you are the ice
Keep me frozen, how sweet and nice!

Lost between dusk and dawn
Torn amidst smiles and frowns,
Sadness clothed in happiness' gown
Is how I am with tears down!

You can see it in my eyes
All my hope is lost
I need a glimpse of paradise
Even if it be a ghost!

To Fwain, we are coming
Before tomorrow's dawning
By road or by train
Whether in sunshine or rain.

To you Fwain our love
We come with all this joy
We give you all we have
She and her little boy.

So Fwain when we are gone
Deign to invite us again
And then we'll tell you like you've never known
How much we love Fwain

Those men were filled with marvel
When from the East, they didst travel
All routes led to one place
Just to see one face
And when it was dawn
They saw Jesus, the king newly born!

When I recall his agony
In the garden by Petr's company
For the sake of my sin
He took up the cross
He cared for me to win
And dared his life's loss
As this sorrowful song I sing
I think of Jesus, the suffering king

Alas! It is written in the books
About the trumpets, sickles, and hooks
The day the Lord will return
Titled as the son of Man
And when it says, 'judgment I will bring'
I think of Jesus, the judging king

Now I stand here alone
All my friends are gone
I'm lost for comfort
And all good feelings depart
But it's like the return of spring
When I remember Jesus, the loving king.

Dull or fine
Let this heart be thine
And thine, mine
Let us, as friends, dine!

Come today - don't delay
Show me the way
the smooth road to your heart
where I may rest in comfort!

When you feel betrayed
By life's every moment
When the dominant emotion is hatred
And all appointments are marked with torment
When smiles never come your way
And you suffer a heart's cancer
When your life starts to decay
Love is the answer!

If I could make your name short,
And possibly call you Dave.
If I could rest you in a cot,
And watch you grow into a cove.
Then you'd be as peaceful as a dove
Then you'd live to see many years
God would fill you with his love
And always wipe away your tears
So, may the Lord make you wise and clever
May He bless you forever

Dark nights have faded - they had no power
Truest joys of life have now infected every hour
Bright loves now blossom and gently flower
And so, all such things that we proudly call 'our'

Our troubles have truly overwhelmed us.
Afflicted we are by this unknown curse.
Everyday has had its lights extinguished,
And every hour has been but clouded in mist.

The wind made the earth's constituents rise in a spiral fashion
And that cyclone-like sight gladly amazed we
All our worries seemed lost in that temporary hallucination
For nothing before had had the power to set us free

Each mind poured into the other the anguish it bore
For agony had characterized their lives heretofore
Their skulls couldn't contain the weight of their commotion
So their hearts broke down as the only sign of devotion

Her beauty glistens like a rare diamond,
And her smile is the other treasure we have found.
By her every embrace, we have been healed;
And every touch has had our hearts with joy re-filled!

Our fears have turned into our dreams,
And our actions do naught but enfeeble.
Our blood - thick and red - now flows in our streams,
And we are guilty of ******, for our own hopes we stifle.

Every road led him to another disaster
And all his hopes left him bitter thereafter
Every step brought him closer to the cliff
And what was love to him, but the start of his grief!

My wishes were not blown away with the wind
And my hopes - buried as they were - began to rescind
Of an ideal life, me she does remind
And my joy’s complete only when those pearls I find!

With none to own,
Forlorn and gone.
Broken but reborn,
Will live for eon.

Exsanguinated; torn
Swords of sorrow; mourn
Joy had seen its dawn
But now, the man's alone.

He wasn't looking for perfection,
But found its equivalent in her.
He wasn't looking for illumination
But found a bright light in her star.
In the end, he was eluded by that perfection
But found a loving heart in her!

Those were his worst fears.
And indeed, the pursuit ended in tears.
He now retreats to his inside,
And sits by his agony beside!

Her smile was the only clue,
It was fresh like the morning dew.
But her words were a double-edged dagger
Now, behold my heart split asunder!

She lied when she said "we"
I also lied when I said "free"
She again lied when she said "forever"
For now, it's clear the word is "never!"

None can understand my pain like you do
None can understand the things I deeply rue
I wish we'd love and forever stick like glue
For, "behold, you make all things new!"

She read every line like a jurist,
As if her fate depended on it.
But he was sure her love was the purest,
And so, he filled his writings with wit.

He couldn't see her reaction,
He only imagined her smile.
And his words which expressed compassion,
Freed her from the feelings of guile.

She appears in his dreams
She resides in his heart
She's the supplier of his means
And the custodian of his hearth.

She's the catalyst to his flames
She burns silently and consumes
She's the giver of all his names
And the lover when his life resumes.

He's the beholder of her beauty
The receiver of all her graces
To love her has become his duty
For he chose her from a million faces.

Her heart beat at the sight of every word,
But her tears melted when she grasped their meaning,
Soothing sounds within her heart she heard,
For in her soul, bells of love were ringing.

What's become of this life,
Why the endless strife,
At dawn you rise with hope,
At dusk, you just wanna drop.

Why the endless exertion,
What really are we chasing,
For even in our finest discretion,
It's clear the troubles we're facing.

But on with life - what's to do,
Your pains will someday flee from you..
And all those things you forever rue,
Will mutate into a brighter hue.

Our ancestors brought us here,
And blessed us with a marriage as this.
Sweet voices around us I now hear,
To mark the beginning of bliss.

Your mother won't stop smiling.
Your father is chatting with his crew.
Your brother to your sister is whispering,
"I can't believe it's true."

My heart is overflowing with love,
As your face glistens beneath its veil
All I need before me I now have
And all these things to my life will avail.

His pillow absorbs all his tears
His bed is as it were a cushion to his fears
The dormant curtains shut out all the light
And in his heart, the time is night!

The winds propelled her scent to far and distant lands
Her smile was the portrait everyman held in his hands
Her voice like a melody sounded sweet in my ears
And her glance like magic brought an end to my tears!

The strength of her embrace was as a salve to my soul,
And her love, - like reins -  my life would control.
Her glance was the perfect knell to my ear,
And no moment was more blessed as when she was near!