Bullet sounds--- ............./ (boy) crying sounds....help me, help me....
Soildier- I'm here young one, I am here!!!
Boy/ thank you sir, the bomb's are soo loud overhead in this land amongst the dead, I thought not that anyone shall hear me.....
The soildier smiled as he reached out his hand!!! (Yet a strange glow illuminates from him soo unnatural to man)
The soilder's appearance changed rapidly before the wartorn boys eyes....
Boy- looks up at him seeing only blindly apparel... And these words would forever shake this young ones soul!!!
The words of the soildier- come unto me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.......
Boy- cries with a smile worn as a flag!!!!!
At that second the young child knew he was being held by god, as he left the place of hell his spirit awoke to the lord himself!!!!
As that soildier- kept on smiling.../
So gracefully!

I remember being a fledgling of this old polish town, though "not polish mineself", I still had a respect for this place despite all the bad reputation for the polish many shalt speaketh of ( yet I loveth all people's) !!!

Anyways,
Back to the story lad....

There was an older, kinder, gentler, stranger soul in this town. As all of ( Rossford) "mine town" kneweth it as well..... This soul that lingered the old mainstreet strip was named ( Yanos) a man that wasn't ordinary by any means!!! An original Polish being from across his motherland. His knees weakly, his finger's frail, a brown old hat, with a coat to match.....People never got his walking up and down the corridor drag ( with candy in a bag), whilst at the same time picking up lost pennies, ( loose change) jewels to him off the ground!!! Some thought that he was some homeless man, some thought what a crazy fool, others knew it was just his strange soul that was different in all ways to them.......... He wasn't them (as I can more than relate with)!!! He'd  waltz up and down the artery ( Dixie highway) as if he was a spirit with not a care in the world, as if the world was oblivious to him... Heck, the world couldst haveth been burnt down, ( Yanos) wouldn't know.... See, Yano's always did something I shalt always remember,and something children back then couldst not forget...... He always tooketh some of that spare change he found from the ground, and even his own money ( from retirement with this old city) and go to the store ( used to be the pharm, now rite aid). And he wouldst buyeth bags of sucker's, ( OK Maby the cheap kind)!!! But the fact he'd spend all his time going and buying these sucker's, and wouldst passeth them out to any little children who wouldst walketh passed him.... All kiddies loved him, and even the one's who didint knoweth him ( Had great respect for this wandering soul that was just visiting in spirit form)..... Some of course thought ( just another ****** walking picking up pennies and giving candy to kids) ... Yet those art the same people miserable who knoweth not what love is!!!! Yet as I saweth Yano's do this for years for other's ( including giving me sucker's) I kneweth that this specimen was just visiting to giveth us a hint of love( then return back home)..... When he died, I went to his funeral..... People like me who didst not knoweth him, payed ourn deepest respects.... He cameth over here in the 1940s I found out by ship. From Poland of course !!!! And he was an ex-polish soildier... A man of high dignity, and most respected... As me and mine mother and father all stood in front of his casket, I thought how strange since noone kneweth the real him!!! Only his kind act's of love and and kindness to other beings...... But I kneweth this man was just passing through....... As god sent him here in the form of a humble peasant buying and giving away sucker's out of his golden chalice energy, God wanted him back home..... And I'm sure now, ( Yano's is the one who's getting the sucker's now, instead of him passing them out)... Or Maby He's still passing those suckers out to the infant ones in  heaven... Because he's a humbled soul.... And I shalt never forgetteth ( the candy man)

God bless thou Yano's old friend......

HAve I t o u t     ,For YoU.
     I n th e  End .
You will never see what has significant value to be coming .
By th e Time your Eye blood
Puddles of mud , , Your height and sights
Set so high in the sky y , with sand AT my side .
     Like a prison tower, with only prisoners left .
After; like, the Dea'R'th, like a soildier with no flag to raise .
                     No human can not no know.,"  no more sorrow ' .  ""
Today sun rose and everything .
But no sigh was the same , like just too much clutter .
Dare to rise with a smile, a n d
kit, kick pretty little bideen perty , she says "HER, to the curbs "
SEnd 'em

/'♥

^And 2 her surprise , all that incense in the middle .
Like her court, lines of paint for a wire  net, catches*finale.
Advances her evil plan , that will set her free from them .
How could it have belonged for anyone .
Juicy, and just hher guilty please and sure .  
~Thank yOu~
Finding nothing in th e casket
Of an open testament, to her only soul.
Gaven to by none other than A0 mother .
Plown and simpally .

Slipping and crawling,
Tears dripping and falling,
I'm bawling,
Calling!
There's no real answer,
My life just a cancer,
Backstabbing romancer,
A psychedelic enhancer!
Nothing what it seems,
Walking on these high beams,
I smile with silent screams!
Nobody knows my troubles,
They bubble,
double on the double,
Un-seen behind explosive clouds and rubble!

This is my Crown Of Thorns,
I've carried since I was born,
Forever Worn,
Forever Torn,
I'm Sworn...
To Be Alone To Silently Mourn!

All alone,
Fighting on my own,
My pain never shown,
Seeds of shame are sown...
My ***** little secrets,
And I have to keep it!
Forever reap it!
Not letting them know the real story,
Letting them always ignore me,
And spew their hate before me...

This is my Crown Of Thorns,
I've carried since I was born,
Forever Worn,
Forever Torn,
I'm Sworn...
To Be Alone To Silently Mourn!

Day by day,
I'[m falling away,
Pretending I'm okay,
But seeking death when I pray!
If they stood in my shoes for one second,
They'd plee for the Angel Of Death to be beckoned.
My world is more than drama,
Goes beyond a feeling of trauma,
Can't be touched by the dali lama!
That's why I'll remain distant i the sirens,
Silent in the chatter and the silence,
Say nothing thru all the death and the violence...
Take all the abuse from all the tyrants!
Everyday I get older,
I'll just carry this world on my shoulders,
No matter how big the boulders,
I'll carry on this quiet lonely soildier!

This is my Crown Of Thorns,
I've carried since I was born,
Forever Worn,
Forever Torn,
I'm Sworn...
To Be Alone To Silently Mourn!