“THE HOLY LAND”
Does this place a story tell, a land broken and blooded on the road to hell..for thousands have died in faithfull loss, the curse of religion their only cross…and more will die in wars ebb and flow..such bitter hatred can only grow..but surley in gods grace we all must trust, to ever even count the cost…and in ourselves all truth must lie..without intervention from up high,,so all heed well and learn for all..the price we pay condems our form……..
A NOTE TO A FRIEND
Hello old friend, to you i write, this page of hope and long held thoughts..
As you know, my life has changed, through long roads and winding ways.
Yet still you remain my oldest friend, for tetherd are we, for better or worse..
you brought me hope in my darkest days, a glimpse of hills and shining meadows..
Freedom thoughts, the glass pool of clarity.. and a shoulder to lean by..
The staff of life are these,and deep have i drank from our friendship.
For we have been blessed with the tie that binds.
For all of these things, i thank you, my oldest friend..
“WHY TRY”
why try, or even bother.. whats the point.. the deals been done.
your claims are false, the dyes been cast.. last man standing.. hold the flag.
no point to prove, no point to make..wasted words.. my own blind faith..
misplaced ideals, misguided lies, a slice of fate.. no ring of truth,
a burning passion, so sadly spent, to ease the wounds of those so dear..
forget your claims that rang so true, for they are gone..like the innocents of childhood they are no more..
