Lonely Knees 2No longer lonely.A new chaos takes his place there.But, does not replace.
Not Enough TimeSo short a time,Bright Spark.So brief,your fire.Kindled too strong,Burned too bright.
Lonely KneesI have an emptyspot, behind my lonely knees.I miss you, sweet pup.
ObstinanceHere we stand in awkward silence.I look in your eyes with quiet defiance.I wait for an opening, to slip away.You search for words for what we cannot say.
AwakeSome naive thing inside,awakens on the edge of sleep.And, I wait for this to end,and you to return to me.
The BattleWhen the light flickers and the dark is closing in,Know that I am here beside you until the end.I know I promised you that I wouldn't cry; I lied.Trust me to be with you, I won't ever leave your side.And, when there is no strength in your body left to fight,I will whisper in your ear as I hold you tight,"Sweet Darling, you've been strong, now it's time to rest.It's OK to lose the battle when you've done your best."Because every new day is both a blessing and a curse.Another day with you, but you are getting worse.God knows I wish that I could stop the pain.Be your Superhero and save the day again.And when there is no strength in your body left to fight,I will whisper in your ear as I hold you tight,"My Love, you fought the battle, now it is time to sleep,And wake up on the other side no longer weak."And when there is no strength in your body left to fight,I will whisper in your ear as I hold you tight,"My Warrior, the battle's over, it's time to go.Lay down your
RepeatNothing good will last.Footstep, footstep, Misstep, gone.Don't forget to breathe.
BitternessIt is not only that I cannot be a mother.He will never be a father.
Out with the OldOut with the old, in with the new.Begin again. The year rolls around ... And again.Can I change, one more time?Will you still know me, at the end of forever,If I change one more time?How many more years will roll around, Love?How many more, My Sweetness, My Light?Happy New Year.
To a BrotherLord, lift up this lost brotherInto your handsTell him what is wrongShow him where he standsYou have sent him to BabylonBut he still refuses your promiseThis man's heart is in dangerTurning to idols for solaceMay his pride lessenAnd his spirit strengthenDirect him on the right pathPrepare him for HeavenI pray for this brotherThat he settles for what is bestLord, fight with him throughHis life's biggest test
Poem - The Gray of WarThe Gray of WarPoem for Day 054 – 20141116I say back.You say white.Battle lines drawn.Compromise gone.I am in the right,and you are in the wrong.How did we arrive here?Too much pain sustained.Too many sleights imposed.Enough is enough.You will no longer be unopposed.The battle has begun.We will assume the enemy's ways.It worked for them, it will work for us.Their tactics were brutal,our version is necessary.Fire will fight fire.Have no fear, this is only temporary.Take no prisoners says the leaders.Maximum casualties are guaranteed.There will be no wounded.Scorched earth will be the policy.Our dead speak in united congregation.We must exact your extermination.The day ends,our work is done.Vengeance has been granted,and we must have won.So says mute testimony by the dead,sadly there is nobody left to bury the departed.I was black,and you were white.You were my enemy,and I was yours.Now we are no more, our blood is one,and all that is left is th
A Vacation to a Strange Realm Awoke the Goat Man from his grave, Where he felt the presence of humans that day. Feeling their emotions, their conformist ways. Oh how it had sickened him in every way. How can these flesh walkers be so blind, To all their thoughts that are confined? Easily controlled yes they are, a bandwagon parade, almost every day. Goat Man knows why this is, and with a thought, he thought like this! A like minded individual, keeps a like mind, while the unlike goes on, to aspire in time, and with their brain, now fully grown, their words like strings to a guitar. They pluck their strings to the like mind, and with glee the like mind listens. and with that the unlike weaves it's strings, it's strings now a web, and in this web lays the like. This analogy soon disappeared yes it did, as said before the Goat Man was sick, he had hoped for a vacation, but a vacation he had not
UntitledOnly sorrow comes to a societythat moulds its youth so narrowlythat young feel the need to let secrets aboundand old feel the need to break them down