Left Behind

Agonizing pain,
This vast emptiness,
Forlorn host now lost,
How do I now to go on,
How do I dare to continue,
Only yesterday future bright,
The whole of tomorrows entice,
Yet today vision now dark and lost,
Where have you journeyed to alone,
Why for am I left here in pensive pain,
Reaching out I find you not,
Ever searching still you’re lost,
Calling and hearing only the silence,
Pleading but no answer to spring forth,
How now do I continue without my best part,
They say to make peace,
Tell me to let memories dim,
Assure me this pain too shall pass,
But I know well their misunderstanding,
They cannot will-not ever know the truth,
Me empty shell left here while she’s gone home,
Why to continue onward all alone?

Easy…

Beg

Smoke and Wine

This mind numbing Calliope of silence,
Echoing shadows dancing across my world,
Unanswered questions no longer seeking light,
Is this it, all that is left to me, the end of my dreams,
Optimistically turning from the gloomy trend,
I take another drink, light anther fag,
And dose with a sheepish smile…

easy…

Smoke and Wine
Smoke and Wine

Drifting Memories

Art and Words to settle my mind

An End, or a New Beginning

Waiting
The end so near, but it does not come
Anticipation, a longing to at last go home
This unbearable agony, need left far behind
Stepping forward on the next step of my journey
Excitement for the newest of futures to come

And yet, here I sit…

Waiting
The end so near, but it does not come
Anticipation, a longing to at last go home
This unbearable agony, needs left far behind
Stepping forward on the next step of my journey
Excitement for the newest of futures to come

And yet, here I set…
Is there reason, must be, need be
Something yet to do, task incomplete, work unfinished
More unknown, laid out in need of my skills
A helping to be offered, another someone in need
I need to know, desperately, for weary I be

I look within for answers, finding not
Reaching to the Creator, only silence returned
I ask help, yet no hand is thrust forward
Feeling lost, abused, abandoned, alone again
Would I beg, plead, cry out in my shame
Alas, I fear but another voice, lost to the night

So I sit here, waiting
All agony, pain, and despair
Hope but a memory, Alone…

-easy

These Words
These Words

truth is always the first casualty of war

there has never been such thing as truth in war
only the greedy few keeping the many distracted
the greedy maintain their power over us the many
and war keeps our numbers down to what they need
this may be the saddest of truth they need us not to know
and thus we can all know to our soul the circle yet continues
this bloodiest of distraction in which we are all trained to support
truth, the first casualty, but not nearly the last

-easy

Hell Of War