Grief has come knocking again
After five years of picking the pieces of another...

What ever happened to the dreams
And the song we sing together...

I saw your painting on velvet sky
Amazing touch and finesse...

How well the seasons bring good
And blessed the memories of all...

I heard them say women are weak
Yet your heart has the strangest strength...

But in all should I have a mission and a home,
Is to be a custodian of a truth and a shield...

They said you are a prophet of gloom
Nemesis follows you each of the way...

The lyric of this odd song
High resonance of weird pitch...

How marvelous is the start of betrayal
Excellently groovy living with perverted truth...

What a life,
What a lie...

**My friends,this is more of a celebration poem...

Lacerations and wounds
Bullet holes in my head...