The sound I dread comes from overhead,
The sky it is it's mother.
The sound I hear fills me with fear
And lightning is it's brother.

The day grows dark, the wind doth bark,
Then I hear a mumble.
The sky is lit by a lightning split
And finally comes the rumble.

It travels on high across the sky,
Before the sound doth flee.
A lightning flash, another crash
Is sent to frighten me.

The rain is done, the clouds do run,
A blue sky I am under.
It's then I yell, to all I tell.
The sound I hate is thunder.

Now that you have left me, there is nothing more to say
I never gave a thought that you would leave me in this way
Though some may end their life by way of poison, gun or rope
My life has to go on, and I will find a way to cope
Although reliving memories will bring me close to tears
I'm grateful for the time we had together all these years

Now that you've read my little poem, called "farewell, my love"
Inverse the order of the lines and re-read the above
And you will find the verse read in reverse makes perfect sense
An elegy remembering my closest childhood friend.

Timmy has his plastic missles, Bobby has his rockets, cool.
All the boys are playing warfare on the playground at the school.
Everyone has brought their weapons, everyone has brought their toys.
All the grownups say how cute the games played by our little boys.

And they all build their barriers, and they all stand their ground,
To see who is the last kid standing on the lonely playground.

Timmy has a rocket launcher, Bobby has a hand grenade.
Both grown up now, fighting real wars, coming to their country's aid.
When the soldiers fall, they stay down. When the soldiers fall, they're dead.
This is not a game they're playing, human blood is being shed.

And they all build their barriers, and they all stand their ground,
To see who is the last man standing on the lonely playground.

Timmy's just been blown to pieces, Bobby's last breath curses god.
Both are given fancy funerals, buried in their country's sod.
All the mourners' eyes are tearing, all the mourners' eyes are red.
Everyone says what a shame, how young they were, and now they're dead.

And they all build their barriers, and they all stand their ground,
To see who is the last man standing on the lonely playground.

We must break down the barriers, we must find common ground.
Don't want to be the last man standing on the lonely playground.

A meal for one,
A lonely tea,
Solitary cooking,
Just for me.

There’s just one pot
With just one ladle,
One knife and fork
Set down on the table.

No candles or wine,
No ambient light.
No romance or music
Or loving tonight.

Just dishes to do
Piled up in the sink,
And plenty of time
To sit down and think.

There is always a war,
Waged by people fueled by greed,
There is always a war,
Its victims will forever bleed.

There is always a war,
Where unjustifiable hatred reigns supreme,
There is always a war,
Its assassins move swiftly like a stream.

There are always people, who choose to ignore,
When another country fights an internal war,
Where it only affects the people in that nation,
But we only seal our own fate by hesitation.

There will always be a war,
Some countries may try to fight for peace,
There will always be a war,
But if the world is not united, bloodshed will never cease.

“This is how I feel”
She said;
Splashing the canvas
With bright red.

“This is what I have”
She cried;
Picking off some flecks
That dried.

“This is what I want”
She thought;
Painting blue
Where red was not.

“This is what I need”
She prayed;
Digging a grave
For the mess she’d made.

A brain can be a scary place;
If you don’t know your way around.
Birthdays, sweet face, warm embrace;
In a brain these can be found.

Deep in your mind, in the darkest place;
Bound and locked in its own little space;
Is a thought that you will never share.

A brain can be a scary place;
From the bottom to the cap.
So if you journey up into brainspace;
Be sure to bring a map.

Oh how it acts like a clever snake
all my hopes and dreams at stake
wraps around them, mesmerize
took much too long to realize
the truth within my tender heart
I pray we never have to part
now squeezing me tighter
it’s harder to breathe
you’re all that I want
you’re all that I need
I’m not gonna make it
I can’t seem to think
I feel that my whole world
is starting to sink
closing my eyes
all I hear is your voice
the thought of you near me
I have to rejoice
your touch has hypnotized my soul
and now love begins to swallow me whole

Even though I don't know you yet,
I already love you.
You are the light of my life,
and I know you will love me too.
We will have our hard times,
Our sleepless nights.
But I will sing you to sleep,
and help you reach new heights
While you grow inside me,
I'll care for you everyday.
I'll love you unconditionally,
and help you in every way.
As you grow older,
you may push me away,
but I'll be there when you need me.
I'll never go astray.
So remember when times get tough,
and you need a hand to hold,
I will be right here
to shelter you from the cold

She took her head out of the deep earth
And looked around to see the green, the blue,
The red and the yellow surrounding her.
She saw the sunshine and touched the icy winds.
The waters of the Earth washed her.
She grew up; got older and older and older.
Wisdom, patience and the experience of long years
Filled her veins.
One day, they came.
They looked at her, sat down under her shade
Drank some water and rested.
Then they got up, took their saws out
And scattered the wisdom,
The patience and the experience on to the ground.
They loaded what was left from her
On to their trucks.
They made papers from her.
And on the paper, little kids wrote poems
About loving the nature.