Little More Than Nothing

The Smoke rises from the factory
Where lovely eyes blend in-
Mothers beseech their children
To do away with sin

As an old man sits
On a wooden chair
His mind wonders as
his hands through his hair

As he is, I am
My will is the wall
Between age and its price
To him, a great fall
END

Go To Sleep

This would be the day that mothers weep.
Over their dead sons, that cold winters keep
I remember the sound of the wind at the glass
Where I sit in chair and lament my past

The snowfall covers the naked oak tree;
Like the blanket in bed covers my beliefs and me
Lie down in shadows, and at the side of the road
Trust is my worth though my will is bowed.
END

Very Much Ashamed

The Devil picks the peaceful pockets
Our most dearly loved is dead;
Don't be far don't be ashamed of me
But find rest, in my fathers bed
The Thieves made friends with the harlots,
Then emptiness fooled itself
Don't fade from laughter or selfishness
For often, liars, find wealth
Keep a distance from the guardian
For there, the first lie was told
It was passed like a toy to a child
And to a foolish man, it was sold
END

Ever Passing

she sits upon her laughter
and her lips sink concave,
in a moment she'll turn and pass
but it's a moment i try to save
END

I Was Once The Stones Beneath Your Feet

I once saw death's shadowy specter
look, and find my love.
I thought in the moments to pass
I too would be dead.
Yet I live, only by the grace
of another world I live.
And by the grace
of another world I'll die.
END