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A fully weaved dream
becomes complete,
i commit suicide, not life.
I hear strings producing a sad sound,
a tragic play,
the lead role claims death.

Is there color when u wake in pain?
Behind that charge of lament,
you will not remember me.
And it is there
you find yourself in a chair
clinging to your fears.

JOHN JOHN WHY YOU SO YOUNG SO BRIGHT NOW YOU ARE IN THE LIGHT,WHAT ARE YOU THINKING TO NIGHT,IS THERE SUNSHINE ON YOUR SHOULDERS ,WILL ANNIE SONG KEEP YOU FOREVER ,OR WILL YOU LEAVE ON A JET PLANE OR ARE YOU FAR AWAY ,OR ARE YOU A COUNTRY BOY AGAIN,,,,,,,,,,TERRY

Strong men. Young men. Brave men, one and all,
left their families to do what they do best.
A fire, a sudden wind gone crazy,
cornered the 19 and laid them to rest.

We can only imagine their fear;
the thoughts that surely raced through each mind.
Families, friends and a nation grieve and share,
the shattered dreams of those left behind.

Tonight we gather and light our candles,
while draping our prayers over those in pain.
We call forth angels of comfort and healing,
for those whose lives will never be the same.

I can lend my arms and speak from the heart.
I can lend my shoulder, or steady their stride.
I can listen and try to understand this,
but my tears are something I cannot hide.

Tonight I stand with dear ones and strangers,
as one of God's soldiers, my resolve strong.
We honor the spirit of each soul lost...
They've come home to you, Lord, where they belong.

From the emerald isle
Those fillies do seek their prince
Charming
Their handsome casanova

With their gaolic charm these ladies in green
Drinking their guiness
These ladies of charm
With their beauty and smiling cavtavating

Tongue they lore their prince to their bussom
They lure their prince to there charm
They cast a spell over him

For they want to marry him
Those vixens of those emerald isle

Sprinkled star dust on my feet
from the dessert windy beat
sun shining relentlessly and bright
my skin a thousand stars sitting tight.

Flustered, nowhere a drink to spare
just the dry non forgiving air
melting away non forgiving weight
as to merciless vultures bait.

Just being barely now a bag of bones
not surrendering to any of the drones
crawling through sand of milk and honey
in an old rugged barely woven gunny.

One last bullet in the fear forsaken gun
lizards and scorpions in front of me having fun
hearing foot steps on the marching order
forwarding steadily towards the deadly border.

One more weakened look towards the inferno
One more imagined taste of ice cold Pernod
One more thought of when the order came
One more time holding up M9 and bang!

They said three days will be the end
At the very most might be a week
There’s nothing more that could be done
A last kiss at the setting of the sun

They sent him home, there to die
Amongst his friends and family
Forgot to tell him what everyone knew
Before weeks end he’d meet his maker

Instead of down, he’d perked right up
He’d sit in bed and stories telling
One week passed and he was fine
Then the second and even third one

How we treasured those days and nights
As we sat around his bed listening
He was a man close to ninety three
And in his life had seen many changes

In the fourth week things slowly changed
You could see Death at bed head standing
At two am on the fourteenth of July
Peacefully he moved up to Heaven

For a man who was born an only child
Your life deeply touched so many
Rest in peace, a well earned rest
There in Heaven with Angels

The Sun Will Never Shine Again
nor thunder will the sea.
No moonlit summer skies ahead.
There'll be no nights of ecstacy.

Tomorrow's only promise now
is barren emptiness.
The dazzling world
I once saw through raptured eyes
has fallen cold and colorless.

I remember laughter with you.
Your silhouette against the sunset captured me.
The dazzling autumn days held no glory next to you,
the starlit sky no magesty.
My very life began with you.

Now that you're gone
there's nothing left to do but cry.
Two lovers torn apart
though love will never die.
and since you've gone away
I know the sun will never shine
for me.

The sun will never shine again...

Sadden breath awash with mournful sigh,
highlighting soft the hand-held Maiden's track,
a struggle felt within the tear bound eye,
as swift, those love-lane memories travel back,
sterile now, star spun smiles bright and bold,
to winter's destiny flown, without remorse or sorrow,
the faded rose thy warmth of hand did hold,
leaves but pompous prayers and pious hope to borrow,
thus the ides of winter furrow deep the brow,
whilst fiercer blows it's tormenting icy blast,
yet; love still breathes our eternal Spring somehow,
in constant cherished days, until I breathe my last,

Though short sweet this life e'er we're given,
will flower again, when joined we are in Heaven.

I Travel This Road of Life
Like Everyone
In Half Repose
The Views Quickly Dismissed
Vaguely Seen
Dimly Remembered

The Scenes
They Come And Go
Like Nightly Dreams
Vaguely Seen
Dimly Remembered

And The Memories
Of Loved Ones
Fade
Become Nebulous
Like Gossamer Notions
Vaguely seen
Dimly Remembered

Loves
Blossom And Bloom
Then Die And Ash
Like A Memory Of Death
Vaguely Seen
Dimly Remembered

The Memory Itself Dims
And Twists
Like An Image Warped
By Distended Glass
Vaguely Seen
Dimly Remembered



And At Road's End
The Special Ones
Lose Their Shape
Lose their Substance
Vaguely Seen
Dimly Remembered

With Death
The Special Ones
Once kept Close
In Thoughts
And Feelings
Go Away
Vaguely Seen
Dimly Remembered

But I Remember Her

Slowly I awake and look around
I feel there’s something just not right
Deep in the corner, where it’s so dark
I see the beginning of a shining light

The more I stare the clearer it gets
Ever so brighter, bringing daytime to night
The figure I see, an Angel I think
Long blonde hair, shimmering so bright

“Come,” she said, with a voice like honey,
“Heaven is waiting, it’s full of delight,
Relax, take my hand, I’ll lead you there.”
I gave in, I could no longer fight

I reached out, her touch was so warm
Off the bed I rose, I felt so light
As I looked down I could see myself
An old sick man, such a sorry sight

Higher and higher up we flew
The earth faded, there was only white
Faintly I could hear sound, Angels singing
As we broke through into Heaven’s light