Red hot rage, Taking shape, Things I've forgot, Things displaced. All the harm, Brought onto me, All the harm, Brought from me, Reflected back in a perfect moment, A human failure, of utter destruction.
Category: Poetry
Breeze
The wind for tells,
Another change,
Such things to pass,
That movement brings.
When to move,
And when to be still,
An important wisdom,
The wind knows.
So learn well,
This wisdom of the wind,
When to change,
And when to stay still.
The Darkest Day
The Darkest day, Has come, The candle light, Can barely fight, The night. So we gather up our light, To fight the darkest day, To fight the darkest night, And dream of the brightest day.
Iced
The world freezes over,
For a moment,
Things slow.
It's okay to rest now,
Spring always comes.
And you too,
Can bloom again.
For a moment,
Things slow.
It’s okay to rest now,
Spring always comes.
And you too,
Can bloom again.
Too Much
It is all too much, Burned away, Burned out, As the moment passes, But what lies beyond, I can't say, As I lay, Burned out from the last, Stuck in time, That moment and place, Where it was all, Too much.
Rest
Rest is needed now,
More then ever,
Even at the moment,
Where things seem worst.
You are not alone,
And someone else can take watch,
As we wait,
For the fires to arrive.
Impossible
It’s impossible to know,
what could have been.
Such destruction,
brought again.
Power,
in such a random event.
When everything built by human hands,
is rendered meaningless.
The Path
He knew that path, The way to take, But couldn't convince himself, To walk that way. Looking around, And wasting time, Hoping someone might, Force him down, The path he knew, He must take.
The Rusty Horizon
Fog of War
Can't see, Through the fog of war, The conflict hides so much. The blood of our foes, Boils over, and the steam makes, This Strange fog of war.
