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I am a fireman at local hall #39 when we recieved a 5 alarm call
for a terrible fire on the south side of town..
A 22 year veteran my crew and I scampered to our
hook and ladder as we had done hundred times before
and we raced to the fire with unflinching resolve..
We arrived to find the old appartment complex nearly
destroyed with only a small chance of making our way
to the second floor of the building where voices were
screaming admist black billowing smoke and we
set to the task of extending our ladder in a desparate
attempt to save those perishing souls..
Our steel ladder found its way threw the hot ash
and thick smoke to the second floor and we snatched
two victums as the walls of the building began
collasping and suddenly a woman emerged from
the smoke filled room clutching a small black
book and as I reached my hand toward her thrust
the small book into my hand and then vanished
back into the fire and smoke..
In the immensity of the flames and hellish heat
we had no choice but to retreat to ground level
watching with regret as the scorching fire took
its toll on the old building..
As the fire hoses pumped water furiously at the
remaining timbers I wiped the ash and smoke
from the lil black book that the woman thrust into
my hand before she perished..
I opended the book and read the the opening words
from the half scorched pages..
The words read:
Dear Paul,
This is the end.
I left you because all meaning
was lost to our lives..
You neclected our daughter and were rarely home
for us..
I set fire to this building and I knew you and
your local firehouse would come to the call..
You wouldn't recognise me after all these years..
I'm sorry.. I'd rather burn than live in the hell of the
the nothingness we had..
Your wife.

on carpet of wight smoke
innocence broke
and shadows of war drew tight the cloak
painting faces with death and flame
for the evil of nations gain

The arrow pierced his armour
causing an open painful wound
he had thought there would be glamour

He lay waiting feeling amour
as he saw a woman gowned
The arrow pierced his armour

His wound she did kindly cover
to her spirit he's attuned
he had thought there would be glamour

she poured into it liquor
which stung making it burn and pound
the arrow pierced his armour

It was now letting out odour
she made sure it was tightly bound
He had thought there would be glamour

At his grave a single mourner
her tears were falling without sound
the arrow pierced his armour

No glory here just some clamour
dead he lay no longer earthbound
The arrow pierced his armour
he had thought there would be glamour



sadly many young men think war glamorous
until they face the battlefield soon to
learn there is none just pain, suffering
and death.

Where were you
When I needed love
Left castaway
On rocky shores
Shipwrecked hope
On barren slopes
Too tired to climb
Too cold to care

Where were you
On troubled paths
When fear became
In my way
Splendid colors
Mottled grey
My living soul
Turned into clay

Where were you
A child's bride
When life became
A thorn in my side
And in shame
Just want to die
Drowning in a
Drunkard's cry

Where were you
Away from me
When all was lost
My feelings shook
Like a ship be tossed
Round a violent sea
Less a life be cost
No one left to bail

Where were you
When one last shout
With one more cough
Now forever gone
A flame gone out
Even a sunrise
On a summer day
Would never doubt
What I say

Some days i think of all the days
we where together and i miss you.
I walk around lonely and in a daze.
I go to bed waiting for the aching
of my heart to stop.
I want a break from my existence
here in reality if only for a moment.
In my dreams my imagination takes hold.
I can go anywhere and be anyone.
In my dreams is my home.
I see my husband holding me in his arms
as we watch television with our kids
looking on.
He reminds me how much he loves me.
He tells me how he wants to be with
me forever.
In his arms i loose myself as i have
done so many times before.
You hold my hand as we walk
along the beach.
You remind me of how much you love me.
You hold me keeping all the pain away.
You pull me into your protective arms
where i do not want to leave.
There are mornings where i do not want
to get up i still want to stay with him.
Stay in his arms in my bed.
Why can i not stay there forever.
Reality is to hard some days to face.

An empty space
a vacant chair
just waiting there.
Looking into there
i see all the happy
times with thee.
You made me smile.
You made me laugh.
You were full of
such glee for all
the world to see.
The light shown
off you with love
for all to see just
how much everyone
meant to thee.

Pain is strong
Pain is hard
Pain will make you
And pain will break you
It will show you
Life, through others eyes
May show you right
Or may show you wrong
No matter who you are
It'll pull you down
Get back up
And start again.

We watch as the stars glaze the skies,
they have been there since time memorial,
we are but a spectrum in times eyes,
our lives are liven as a tutorial,

Many before us have passed this phase,
they have had similar existence,
their very own eyes at stars have gazed,
the power of life is no resistance,

We watch as family and friends pass by,
love the ones you meet never forget their touch,
one day soon it will be your turn to die,
will you in turn be grieved as such,

When young we do not think this so,
as full of life and vitality,
our turn will come this we know,
time goes on but not our mortality.

from wheelbarrow lane a young man came,all youthful,energetic,optimistic and plain.with a tin hat and gun france bound this young one.all wide eyed and and tired in france he arrived.it wasnt the stuff of a young mans dream,more a relentless nightmare this scene.along with thousands of others an yet so alone,dodging bullets and and shells he kept himself going,till gas was unleashed and blackened the sky in the muddy fields at ypes this youngman would die.