He and she walk alone so young.
So young he and she are.
Without another's tender touch
and tender kisses.
Being without a loving, caring other;
expressions desolved by war.
They're still in the desert
guarding buddies.
They're still in war-torn towns.
So young they are.
Behind every house door lurks
an unseen enemy.
Every crevice in their home-sweet-home,
a hidden device.
Every patch of an American road
hidden IED'S.
Every turn,every corner,every glance,every walk,
Every position, for some, a hand gun hidden in his
or her belt.
So well they learned their craft.
Their home vehicles are now Hummvees.
Their towns are now
the unfriendly and foreign Middle East.
They walk alone,these ANGRY ISLANDS,
unto themselves they are...

RW Dennen

She woke in Oblivion...
Torn to pieces from ages of war, such that was required..

Oblivion was created to hold darkness...

She collected remnants of her scattered soul, wove them together with golden threads.  They where the last remaining parts of her that remained pure...

Chard and bound she rose through the ashes.  Her gold sparkling in the darkness refected where she stood...

Oblivion

She could see the Mecury Sea, familiar to her only through the truths of creation...

Her eyes had been removed and only in her mind did she see him.  His sad lonely silhouette, stood in contrast to the gleaming waves...

Her cold heart hung in her shattered ribs, began to beat.  She knew him...

"Is it he I came here for?" The thought echoed life into Oblivion.

He saw her, and in fear fled into the sea...

In Oblivion echoes don't return, and he again was lost to the world...

She pulled her armor, her weapons and those who she found, and again the God of War rose....

Falling upside down, she rose in ashes of volcanos... Her heart ablaze, deep within a single ash, only required the breath of love to ignite her...

The ashes of her darkness blew off in the passion of love and only gold threads remained.  Remnants of her earthly self called to the spirit and she began to collect herself piece by
piece.  

The Gods had won the war against darkness long long ago, because of her, but her own darkness threatened creation. In a trick, such that gods know she was lured by beauty and torn into pieces.  Diminished and desolved she was spread across Oblivion.

In the time of reconciliation and rebirth she rose to bring back the lost...

He was the last warrior to be collected, as all of the legion would be required to collapse Oblivion...

He still remains there, lost in the Mercury Sea... She would leave none, and when whole will return to set to sea for one last soul...

Solid smooth an light
My love is to quiet
Im falling through the cracks of broken glass
Trying to reach for that last piece  
Crushed up into dust
Turned to liquid by the touch of flame
Desolved into your system
An ever since I'll never be the same
But I'll always be solid, smooth, an light
Because my love is to quiet.

Tears fall as diamonds to dark earth
Rusted ground where I was found
And from which I was made
The slave of self saved

By a touch
And the kissing embrace of a lover taken and given

Madness driven
To the shallow sorrows of tomorrow's hasty dawning
Spawning hopes
That crackle in the fires of want as embers
Faintly remembered

Each as the next, the same
No glory, no fame to be had
Yet we were glad!

In the moment of atonment
That moment of sin among women and men
Where hunger feeds desire
Feeds hunger
Feeds want

Ravenous need seeds the garden of greedy thoughts
And all for naught when the night is through
There is only me
There is only you

Our union desolved by time always moving
The unforgiving criminal
That robs us of what may be
Leaving beautiful memories and emptiness
Awaiting the new night
The next dance
And our chance to love again.

The crisped air shuddered soundly through my cracked window
Carefully weaving wistful wanderings into my mind
lacking of self pity and doubt
Im taken back to a time about
a year or so ago
when money didn’t matter
and I still had a home

Now I’m sitting in a tahoe
shootin arrows at apollo
wondering if Ill ever find
where all my wasted wishes go
cuz the timer reads 11:12
just a minute past those dreams are shelved
and I’m lost in october
finding out my mental states desolved
resolving resolutions made at 11:59
287 days ago
not quite sure if can make it 68 more
and still be fine.

I hang on to this old, broken window sill
Concious of hanging on, just a little bit too tight
With the feeling it only will leave my hands bleeding?
Yet I can't let go, solely out of fright
Have people once again lied, or will I see a light?

Maybe I should have told you off
Better sooner than later - or so they say
I just feel like finally I've had enough
I don't want to go on like this

- Living like a regretful hater

Life should be beautiful, I've been told
The most precious thing to have
But I just don't feel like hanging on
It's no more complicated than that

I have fought with a couragous heart
For what feels like so many centuries now
Never giving it as much as a second thought
Just raging on and waiting for it to play out.

Lately I have had a reason to believe
This problem will never be desolved
You don't have the slightest interest in me
Or what I have to live with

I could have screamed as much as I cried
But I don't want to be of any bother
Yet it would only take one good look at my face
And you would know what I never told you

Kicking and hitting, biting and scratching
Is a fate I would much rather like
Because one thing I will never find by your side
Is a helpful hand and a sound advice
For the journey to find peace of mind.

In to the night we shine
Glimmers of light sparkle
And shimmer away
Desolved from the sun
The world spins us away
As bright as can be
We wish upon are stars
In dreams of the day
Are future are told
We go where we want
With fortunes untold
Are lives are given to stop

Devorce is easy to get,,,TOO EASY
It just takes one dissatisfied partner
To hire a devorce lawyer,
To draw up a legal paper.

The lawyer does'nt care abut the reason
As long as someone has his/her fee.
To pay the asking price.
Yes, devorce is easy to get,..but it's not free.

In most devorcement situations,
Someone's heart is made sad
Not always between the two adults,
But when children are involved, devorce is bad.

Oh listen to me, my family and friends,
Think about others, whose lives your devorce will touch,
Your parents, siblings, friends and especially your children,
All those, who in you, have placed their trust.

And remember when you
Stood before the Preacher
And said your vows
"For richer or poorer

I take you, my love,
I love you with all my heart,
Forsaking all others, I take you
Till death [not devorce] do us part."

And before your fanily, friends and God,
To one anther you promiced your life.
And your Pastor congratulated you,
And pronounced you "Husband and Wife"

But, now you stand before a judge,
No longer holding hands,
And the Justice of Peace,
With just one word, breaks the marriage band.

But, hold on just one minute,
Your marriage may have been desolved,
But you still have a BIG problem,
Don't forget, into his world,
     you brought some children

They are too young to understand
Why Mommy and Daddy are walking away,
With Mommy holdng one of their hands,
And Daddy the other; they just don't understand.

Why are Mommy and Daddy
Not speaking to each other?
Why is Mommy taking me?
And Daddy carrying my brother?

Now tears of frusration and fear
Runs down their little faces.
Why are Mommy and Daddy
Taking us to different places?

Aw yes, my friends,
Devorce is easy to get...TOO EASY TO GET
BUT, the children's sadness that follows
IS NOT EASY TO FORGET.
                        -by Jerry Howarth