Blinded by haze
red haze!
Obscured by fog
war fog!
"Kill'em all!"
"Shoot everything!"
And as the 7th Cavalry aims
men, women and children all
Korean war refugee train
are rushed into the fall.
And as the hammer drops
firing pin springs
bullets leap, shells explode
civilian lives are spent.
Thus lie the bodies
broken, bloodied, refrained
victims of wrongful deaths
with recompense detained.
To Steal A Kiss
- Wednesday, September 21, 2005
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When I loved you
you were the first
soo many things to say
yet not knowing the words
I looked for a way
wished for the sentence
all for me to say
what my heart really yearns
alas my vision dimmed
my thoughts are furled
my very being trapped
within a silence unstirred
all I see is your hair
that the wind so carelessly blew
I wish it were my fingers
in your tresses dancing through
all I see are your eyes
doing that thing that they do
as they dance that special tango
shining with that special light of you
all I see is your smile
from those lovey lovely lips
for which I would die
to feel the brush of each
all I hear is your voice
which holds me to your sway
oh! such tender melodies
that once only seraphin played
so I stopped at hello
and said my goodbyes
for the lovely lady that was you
always left me tounge-tied
but I wish it were now
and you are here reading this
for my heart still do yearn
to steal from you a kiss.
you were the first
soo many things to say
yet not knowing the words
I looked for a way
wished for the sentence
all for me to say
what my heart really yearns
alas my vision dimmed
my thoughts are furled
my very being trapped
within a silence unstirred
all I see is your hair
that the wind so carelessly blew
I wish it were my fingers
in your tresses dancing through
all I see are your eyes
doing that thing that they do
as they dance that special tango
shining with that special light of you
all I see is your smile
from those lovey lovely lips
for which I would die
to feel the brush of each
all I hear is your voice
which holds me to your sway
oh! such tender melodies
that once only seraphin played
so I stopped at hello
and said my goodbyes
for the lovely lady that was you
always left me tounge-tied
but I wish it were now
and you are here reading this
for my heart still do yearn
to steal from you a kiss.
A Trail of Stars
- Sunday, August 21, 2005
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There is a trail of stars that leads me here,
to this glorious place of happy summers.
For in thine eyes I see a spring,
the beginnings of love and better things.
Upon thy lips a smile the warmth of a thousand suns,
that even in winter climes keeps me warm and fine.
I want to dance and dance in the windy summer breeze,
so that I can become one with those that your tresses breathe.
I want to climb the clouds and be just like the rain,
so that I can fall upon and caress your lovely skin.
to this glorious place of happy summers.
For in thine eyes I see a spring,
the beginnings of love and better things.
Upon thy lips a smile the warmth of a thousand suns,
that even in winter climes keeps me warm and fine.
I want to dance and dance in the windy summer breeze,
so that I can become one with those that your tresses breathe.
I want to climb the clouds and be just like the rain,
so that I can fall upon and caress your lovely skin.
Once Upon A Memory
- Thursday, July 14, 2005
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Oh, I remember the memories
under the sweet sun of Tuscany
through the cobbled streets of Paris
during that springtime reverie
as we explored all the echoes
the bright lights of Monte Carlo
wetting our feet in tepid shallows
on sandy beaches of Riviera narrows
the breeze that blew your hair askew
those raven tresses that loveliness drew
and those kisses from lips of thine
tasted as the sweetest Bourdeux wine.
under the sweet sun of Tuscany
through the cobbled streets of Paris
during that springtime reverie
as we explored all the echoes
the bright lights of Monte Carlo
wetting our feet in tepid shallows
on sandy beaches of Riviera narrows
the breeze that blew your hair askew
those raven tresses that loveliness drew
and those kisses from lips of thine
tasted as the sweetest Bourdeux wine.
By The Silent Window
- Thursday, June 02, 2005
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I sit alone, by the silent window.
watching the dance, of falling rain.
The raindrops echo, my tears of sorrow.
That accompanies, my waltz of pain.
A freezing breeze, of absent harmony.
Sings the loneliness, of a tango by one.
It's empty chorus, a hollow melody.
The imperfections, of steps out of rhyme.
The staccato beats, of tempo has died.
it's flame and rhythm, it's warmth is gone.
The heart's metronome, is stilled by ice.
It's love forgotten, as once-popular songs.
All that's left, an abandoned dance floor.
Grey with dust, with notes of broken dreams.
Of hope bereft, it's dances done for.
Into the dusk, with echoes of might have beens.
watching the dance, of falling rain.
The raindrops echo, my tears of sorrow.
That accompanies, my waltz of pain.
A freezing breeze, of absent harmony.
Sings the loneliness, of a tango by one.
It's empty chorus, a hollow melody.
The imperfections, of steps out of rhyme.
The staccato beats, of tempo has died.
it's flame and rhythm, it's warmth is gone.
The heart's metronome, is stilled by ice.
It's love forgotten, as once-popular songs.
All that's left, an abandoned dance floor.
Grey with dust, with notes of broken dreams.
Of hope bereft, it's dances done for.
Into the dusk, with echoes of might have beens.
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