Thursday, October 15, 2009

surching the brain for somthing to write.
Looking into the depths of the cold frost.
Loooking back into the dark waters.
surching for just a thought.
Looking for the idea.
Finding nothing.
Just the soft crunch of snow.
The foot prints of the past.
the unclear path out.
The light at the end if the cave.
The darklight.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

the lake

The reflection on the water.
The distant mountain so perfectly reflected.
Yet that is not all it reflects.
The flesh of a shaterd soul.
The inner with out the outer.
The feard.
Yet at the same time the loved.
yet the same person.
Yet so far from himself.
Yet so close.
The darkness and the light.
The warmth and the cold.
He stands at this lake surching.
Like so many before him have.
Looking for the answer he seeks.
the answer is in himself.
But not the self he knows.
The self that he is.
Yet the lake wont give up the answers.
All that he gets is a old leather book from the lake.


To be continued

Friday, June 19, 2009

Why do we fight what we are.
why do we fight who we are.
why do we try so hard to be somthing diffrent.
why do we tear ourselves down so much.
why do we beat ourselves.
why?

Thursday, April 23, 2009

The darkness of night.
The silence.
Just the flashes of lights from distant bombs.
Almost like fireworks.
Just a short tie to relax.
Think of home.
Think why im the way im.
Just think about the world.
Just sit back for one moment.
a slow moment in time.
Yet soon that moment will be gone.
just like the rest of history.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

If you wake up tomaorw and your in your warm bed.
Worry not for you are home.
Worry not beacuse you are dead and you are in heavan.
Worry not.
He always walked tall.
Never ducked his head at all.
Never took cover.
Kindda funny.
He once took me by my coller and he said..
what are you doing down there cowring in fear.
IF your going to die your going to die anyways.
You mise well stand tall.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Not much to say about the new squad leader.
all we know is that he wasted a few enamy.
kindda scilent fellow.
well thats what they say.
i have a difrent take on it.
he just waiting for shit to hit the fan.
so he can step to the side.
but whats new.