Untenable choices?

                       Wake up

Break down                     Fight it. 

                      Look back.

Regret

 

                                                                                                                 Move on.

 

Everyday and Everynight as human beings we bear witness to this cycle.

                                                                                                  is it an effect of time?

a Repercussion of self Awareness?

                                                     or something that is just so distinctly Human.

Time truly does heal all wounds. but...

                                                                                                                       Should it?

Once Or Twice

Once Or Twice

Once or twice it would be nice
to dance a song or two.
While gazing at the midnight sky
All alone with you.

Once or twice i smile now
In secret all alone.
Remembering that smug grin
I worked so hard to own

In memory only now
I think of you tonight
Once or twice we may speak now.
But it is over; through

You put an end to that as surely as the moon;
Reflects the light of the greater sun, it looks at in praise.
Friends we were and lovers never
but it's ended just the same.

I miss you now but once or twice I feel a twinge of shame;
How could friends end this way,
Is beyond my know.
I cry and harden, and grow callous until.

The pain does stop and our friendship lies littered
On the ground somewhere.
I look at it once or twice and move on again.
Life is an adventure and there is so much to do.
Maybe this won't be adieu?

Titles

Titles


People give themselves titles to help define themselves
But titles are just that definition.
If one is labeled the strongest person in the world does that make you so?
If a small man is labeled tall does he grow?
No because a title is definition, and definitions are empty

Victory?

Victory?

Blood, steel, death
All witness war’s horror as the armies clash
One side loses less than the other
Supposedly it has won,
But in war there is no victor
Because in war someone must die

Fate

Fate

Lifeless puppets

Hanging suspended by the strings of the gods

Dancing a jig to an unknown tune

To cut loose is to fall into nothingness

Salvation in conformity

Freedom in death

Blood Red Sand

Blood red sand
Evidence to the cruelty of man
Wanton and unnecessary murdering of one’s own kin
Oh blood red sand,
Wash away our sins,
And give us a chance to live again. . .

Betrayal

Betrayal
Traitor who hides among friends
Anger where there should be love
A knife to the back
And all that work you did goes down the drain
Because of one person without the courage to speak up and ask why?
Is that fair?
Not really, but what can you do,
When everyone’s hearts are locked away from you?