White DeathThe white death is upon usit flickers down belowto hungry little heathensto those who love the snowThe white death is evilits causes many wreckswith little cars on highwayson daily morning treksThe white death is silentit strikes so quietlyto those who love the morningand nightly misery
At Peace on the SeaYes I see you beckoning to meWhy should I let myself succombMy excuse is simple and plain to seeThe frigid water has made me numbThat twig is no barrier to my eyesI will look beyond to the churning distanceYour lips are covered up to hide your liesI will just ignore your feeble persistence.There you are, warm in your clothesI will stay where I am in my frailty.I will be blind and forget my toesMy senses are parting as is reality.I will just be somewhere else apart from you.I'll be on a boat on the horizon's waves.I will be be that twig, but refreshed and anew.To help a sail find the wind that it craves.Yes I see you beckoning to me.I am not here and I don't care.I'm far out in the water, cradling sea.If you are that desparate, come get me there.
Taken Too EarlyThe serrated edge of a bitten doorwas lost in the crowd of a crumpled truck's floor.It was a simple crash of metal,lives taken like a flower petal.You love me, You love me not.Grim are faces as they see the lot.Entwined bodies, holding for dear life.Dying together, forgetting the strife.Lost in a moment, sealed forever,the two are gone, but always together.The charred hull remains as people leavedrying their eyes, holding a sleeve.Tears are dripping, whispering times,memories of old getting lost in their cries.The accident is cleared, the vehicles left.the victims lives are the only theft.A drunken bastard, out of controlLeft two dead in a maddening roll.
There Are TimesThere are times you make me happy.There are times you make me sad.But, the times I am with youare the times I'm always glad.When I'm not with you.The times we are apart,Are the times that I yearnWith the ache in my heart.There are times that I hate you.There are times you make me mad.But, you know what I miss the most?The times we haven't had.
Heartbeat of the EagleUp on the cliffEyes wide openI see it, I hear itMy senses are strongerI'm lighter, I'm higherHolding the wind in my wingsI feel it, I smell itMy heartbeat is quickerI run in the airSoaring with the cloudsDown I fallGreeting the earth,Heading towards the water,the expanse of life.My wings are drawn closeMy claws are outstretchedI grasp, I digMy meal in my fist.I open my wingsVictory is mineI climb towards my rockUpwards I goI stretch open the fleshI eat greedilyThen I look from the cliffEyes wide open.