Polka dots of green
cascading down a celestial sphere...
On a bright blue canvas angelic feathers blaze,
backlit from a crisp November sun: intense &...
As a marine we are taught not to fear death.
To go through pain with obedience and discipline...
armoured all in white...
Looking out across
these gently rolling hills...
Oh don't you color my voice with colors of ivy
Imprisoning me in my own room...
Relict of a union
Luke I'm not your father
For he is dead and gone...
by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist
Bullets and rockets on rampage
Claiming innocent human lives...
I do not seek revenge
for the killer of my father...
When the world whispers
the rumors of wars...