War

I see them fall left and right
Extend above then drop low
Those who sang last night
Now fallen to the foe.
They drop right before me
Those who once were joyous
Now whispers of to He
Fallen to the chorous.

For you

The sun will rise and the moon will set
And I will still love you yet.
Mountains will rise and towers will fall
And you 'ill still have my all.
Children will make beds on which they lie
And I shall love you till I die.
Parents will always depend the truth
And for you I devote my life as proof.
More real than math is true
I am forever in love with you.

Five-seven-five #1

              Wind against my back

               Sun warming my sorrow face

            Out here I am free

Fun with the ending sound "ease"

I cross my legs and cross my Ts

I live to put my father at ease,

When I ask I always say please

And always hear yes but as a tease.

Each breath of poison

Looked away I'm cast away

Cursed to live another day.

Plagued by life beneath my skin

Burdened as ghost amongst my kin.

Each step not off a ledge

Takes me closer to the edge.

Their voices like razors to my wit

Inner lights that don't know to be lit.

Longing for it all to end

Grazing my knife my only friend.

" death is no solution"

Yet our world dies from our pollution.

The answer is thus so clear

Only truth is plagued by fear.

What lies beyond the last exhale?

Is it freedom or is it jail?

Be it heaven be it hell

There be no better sell,

Than the promise to be gone.

Sonnet #2

I pray to god every day

Pray that it kills me rightly

That it takes my life before I may

That it shall take me quietly.

For I do not have the strength

Nor have not the courage

To take my thoughts to length,

To give into the urge.

The thoughts that drown my mind

Begin to freeze my spirit,

A drink of the lethal kind,

A drink. I wish I made it.

Darker thoughts I never knew

I hope it kills me before I do.

Work of fiction!!!

The fires reflection dances in the rippling pond as an ash filled breeze blows soothingly across my face. I close my eyes to better extend my other four senses. I smell  a collage of aromas, burning wood, smoke, melting plastic and the ever so faint scent of burning flesh. I can smell them burning yet craning my ears I cannot hear them screaming, the cackling guffaw of the fire masks what is sure too be an awesomely abhorrent chorus of screams. I begin to walk closer until I can feel the heat of the fire as well as taste the spice of its rath. I smile and sit down on the grass,damp with dew, lean back on my arms and sprawl my legs out, rocking my feet back and forth as I watch the lady dance. Oh how I love to watch her dance the flaring of her dress as she spins round and round, the dramatic dips,leaps and falls, it is an art and she a muse. I lean forward and remove my knapsack from my back and get my sketch pad and pencils out. I cross my legs and hunch over as I begin scribbling trying to capture the radiance and romance of the dance, but knowing I will fail this time as I have before for her beauty is incaptureable. Suddenly a wretched wail pierces through the orchestral bliss and I am forced to replace my book and pencil in my knapsack and walk back to my tent on the lake. I reach the lakes beach, which is proportionally sandy as it is pebbly, and with one hand lift my tent to move it back. I kneel down and dig a shallow square hole and once again remove my sketch book but this time wrap it in a raggedy towel before placing it in the hole and burying it. Then I pick the tent back up and place in over my treasure and crawl inside to sleep until the police arrive.