Bombs

Bombs falling, dropping— One by one— On what we built What was once Beautiful, happy, good. Now, instead. Is the barren, blazen Field of death. A child lays isolated, Torn and beaten

Care

Feeling bad deep inside I feel that all I can do Is cry. But crying alone, Is something I can’t do. I look for those who brought me, And find them, Only interested in caring

Regret

Wrong words. The wrong phrase The wrong action The wrong smile, Changes everything. Twists and alters What was there. All I can think of now Is what I did wrong

Snow

Frozen, drifting from the sky above Twilight of grey clouds Streaming gently through the sky A flurry of frozen tears.

Birds

Majestically soar Float on the wind Fly through the sky.

Free

Don’t chain me, Don’t block my future and the Path in front of me. Excuses, tricks, lies, confessions, truths All hold me back For good or ill intent. And I remain

Luck

Break the window, A four leaf clover, A black cat crossing, Rabbit’s foot, Going under the ladder, Horseshoe. Luck Determines your fate, The game of chance of life. Can never be broken.

Don Juan

Women after women, Plundering in the name of love and lust. He found you, And he didn’t know if it was love or lust. But yet he pursued And you were deflowered By the hand of Don Juan.

Lacrimosa

We fail at things in life Just the same at you did. We fall to mistakes Just as you had done When you still lived. Let our prayers Help your soul on its journey. Cleanse your soul

Spyglass

I was seven when I remember first seeing him. I had lived with my older sister before the world, and life, had decided to become hectic. Most everything was quite peaceful those days.

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