Decades part one

Here are the young men,
a weight on their shoulders
Here are the young men,
well where have they been?
We knocked on doors
of hell's darker chambers
Pushed to the limits,
we dragged ourselves in
Watched from the wings as
the scenes were replaying
We saw ourselves now as
we never had seen
Portrayal of the traumas and degeneration
The sorrows we suffered
and never were freed
Where have they been

Is it true that youth is wasted on the young. I think not. Why?? Because everyone is young at one time or another. So everyone gets there chance. But I guess the big question here is where have you been??

The Eternal part four

Laid by the gate at the foot
of the garden
My view stretches out
from the fence to the wall
No words could explain,
no actions determine
Just watching the trees
and the leaves as they fall

Sometimes I feel like a stranger and sometimes I feel just like just watching the world go by. But other times I feel great so what does that all mean. I’m as happy as the rest of the world and happier in some cases.

The Eternal Part three

Cry like a child though
these years make me older
With children my time
is so wastefully spent
Burden to keep, though their
inner communion
Accept like a curse
an unlucky deal

My birthday is coming up for those who are interested and I have wastefully spent many of my days. But this makes me wonder about the concept of quality time. I think it’s a bunch of crap myself. You cannot force quality time it is enough most times just to spend regular old time with someone.

The Eternal Part 2

Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment
Possessed by a fury
that burns from inside

It has been said that not all angels have wings. But there sure seems to be more devils out there. On a personal note, I want to formally apologies for blowing off the blog for almost two months. I will try to be more diligent in my studies. So hopefully all is forgiven and I will give you all more stimulation than you can handle. Or something like that. The truth is I forgot my password and was to lazy to figure it out.

The Eternal part one

Procession moves on, the shouting is over
Praise to the glory of loved ones
now gone
Talking aloud as they sit
round their tables
Scattering flowers washed down by the rain

Any loss can be devastating. I think of the young Dunge boy. His older brother James gone. So many more expectations put on him. Nothing could be sadder. Anyway if you know you loved ones are in a better place you also know that they are looking down at you so you better check your self before you wreck yourself. And always remember that life is never too tough that the alternative would be better. If not for you at least for your loved ones.