Despair

Destruction of a DEMOCRACY
Economy in shambles
Salvation is unattainable
People now have no real understanding
All is lost
Inevitable is the conclusion
Return to the ways of our father we must

Fathers Plan

Father, at the end of time what do you see?
You were wise
All knowing and kind
Blessing your children
Bestowing free will
Denied for false truths
Your name spat like venom
Did you succeed in your plan?

Civil War

Tony, why did you release the hounds on us?
We served
Faithfully
Unyielding
Sometimes Bruised and Broken
What have you done?
We are doomed?

Spring

The wind blows like a sweet kiss from a long lost love
stiring memories of childhood happiness and adventure
The sun shines like a million billion trillion furiously fighting fireflies
warming my soul to its core
The aroma of freshly cut grass entices like a sultry sunday sleep
Tickling my nose like a soft feather
The dogs play like children
bounding and bouncing
Spring
Thank God you've arrived.

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Earth scorched and wasted they rears their head
Nostrils flare , eyes flash , breath reak
Screeching sounds surround their prey
Wings unfurl to raise the dead
Tail swings its mallet to crush the weak
Mounted malevolence marks his day
Fear grips the heart his bride to wed
face to face, beak to beak
Bitter battle begins it's play

Shy

From across a crowded room I see her.
Does she know?
Would she care?
What would I do?
What would I say?
I fantasize about just saying hello.
I fantasize about much more too.
Does she know my chest tightens?
Does she know my heart races like i'm on crack?
Does she know my hands can only stay still when shoved into my pockets?
Would she care that I can't take my eyes of her?
Would she care that holding her hand means something?
Would she care I know she blushes at silly jokes?
What would I do if she knew my name?
What would I do if she felt the same?
What would I do if she wrapped her hand around mine?
What would I say if she said hello?
What would I say if she told me she knows me too?
What would I say if she held my hand?
Oh my...she looked at me!
I leave quickly.
I'm Shy.

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In time we see the air expand
breathing ,growing, hungry
In life we hold the air in hand
Crushing, binding, stealing
In mind we dare to take a stand
Fighting, stabbing, punching
Light