Why are you on my grass, my place?
Why do you trample it so?
Why is there a steady smile across your face?
Now I need to regrow.
Friday, August 17, 2012
Thursday, July 5, 2012
WEREN'T
You weren't there!
You didn't see!
You only saw!
You were far!
It wasn't real!
It wasn't your country!
Your town!
Your backyard!
Your life!
You didn't have to pick up the pieces!
You didn't have to stand there!
You didn't have to watch!
You only saw the result!
Not the pain!
Not the fear!
The horror!
The sorrow!
You weren't there!
You didn't see!
You only saw!
You were far!
It wasn't real!
It wasn't your country!
Your town!
Your backyard!
Your life!
You didn't have to pick up the pieces!
You didn't have to stand there!
You didn't have to watch!
You only saw the result!
Not the pain!
Not the fear!
The horror!
The sorrow!
You weren't there!
Sunday, June 17, 2012
COLD
As I walked through the wooded land white swirled all around. And its cold. I firmly tightened my coat and scarf around. But it is cold. The wind causes me to shake and the trees around. And it is cold. My pace starts moving slower as I walk around. It's so cold. And suddenly there is nothing around, but the cold.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
AWAY
Take me.
Grab me.
Pull me.
To thine end.
Away from this creature
That within me stands.
Take the power of
Which that offends.
Help me to see
With sure eyes
Once again.
Grab me.
Pull me.
To thine end.
Away from this creature
That within me stands.
Take the power of
Which that offends.
Help me to see
With sure eyes
Once again.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
LEAVE
That steady smile across your face was once my great delight.
But now I need to leave this place and continue on my flight.
But now I need to leave this place and continue on my flight.
Monday, March 12, 2012
LEVEL
What level? Are you saying my level is low? Are you saying your level is up high? Are you on some horse leading others around? Am I some solider that is following your command? Are you the owner of a big farm? Am I a worker with a sore back? Is it so different, your level and mine?
Thursday, February 23, 2012
HAD BEEN
Sinking in the shadows.
Lying in the dust.
A sort of past that is never mentioned.
A fear that won't be named.
Paths that were once trodden.
Sights that were too much to behold.
And yet they were adored.
Things that had been.
Memories in the sand.
Lying in the dust.
A sort of past that is never mentioned.
A fear that won't be named.
Paths that were once trodden.
Sights that were too much to behold.
And yet they were adored.
Things that had been.
Memories in the sand.
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