''Sometimes we wish things were different. Some...
This age is graceless, Sir...
There was madness outside my window I saw a church...
There where bodies in piles a mother cried I saw a...
Temptations blowing in the wind,
offerings from invisible entities...
Poverty Poverty,
You bring forth pain...
Tell me again how you're always alone,
As you ask me to wait while you answer the phone...
I am sword's peace
I am gunshot's silence...
A weed in the midst of a garden
A patch of oil stain on a piece of white clothing...
Honor the men and women who fought,
Honor the men and women who dyed...
The same mistake done,
not once,twice but over and over again...
Pretentiously poetic prose permeates
deep words espousing deep thoughts on deep...
We are no longer homesick for the places we have...
For the moments of disappointment and the dark...
You look down on her
as she dares to be herself...