A Final Memoir.

Alas, my imaginary friends,
Who wait and watch for evermore,
Silent in stoneless compassion,
Never being as cruel as the full moon.

Ending the chaotic chapter of mine,
In a book without a preface or end,
Still a ballad incomplete,
Slit with a pen brimmed with ink.

And so I close and wait to see,
My life to live, and only me,
Because I needed faith to fight,
Endless continuation of dark night.

With fragments of my mind damaged,
Beyond comprehension and repair,
Ranting on some broken pages,
Seen by no one and everyone.

So my friends, I hope you enjoyed your stay,
Even well to see you for less than a day,
And I saw much more in myself than expected,
So don't you worry or cry no more.

Heaven isn't that far gone,
On the horizon now,
Not today, but tomorrow,
And off I go.

I Lost A Friend.

The thundering aura of death is hollow,
With the rain soaking a line of faith,
Compacted into warriors of peace,
And ironies for death increase.

Fighting for men never seen,
Dying only for acquainted comrades,
Only smiles appear when the battle is won,
Only when enough die for nothing.

Dying for those who may never fight,
Sacrificial innocence requires faith,
Wishing war did not exist,
Time will always wait.

Her Name Was Sarah.

Young souls with scarred hearts,
Broken and turned with infinite hope,
Mirages and delusions of what should be,
A homage to those who have eloped.

Yet it is far too hard,
For some who wish to try,
Because it is difficult to fathom,
Those who would use love to die.

Tidal Wave.

Focus on the goal, you almost have it,
Swimming further and further,
You've almost got it!

Then a wave passes.
You drown.

It's prounounced A-YUO-STAT

Spirals, spirals, gone for lost,
Stepping to the path past,
Reminisce about yesterday,
Following no bounds.

Maritime.

Younger and younger,
They fall in line from influence,
Becoming something they will come to regret,
Come to hate,
Come to know,
Come to die.

Liberia Night.

Lengths of rivers unseen,
Dust sparkling in midnight silence,
Suns of hope about to rise,
The night clings to it's reign.

The hope is crushing for most,
Bad times to follow in wake,
Fighting once again,
They posses tired minds.

Memories Of The Immortal.

Shared blame was my mistake,
Coming on too strong as hope,
As fragment as boredom stands,
The meaning remains unclear.

The Last Day.

Dust born echoes past the glorious time,
Reflections of the good deeds of past years,
No looking into the future for speculation,
Only today, this morning, afternoon, and night.

Fate gives us denial for the pain in the future,
Because whether you believe in it or not,
It was supposed to be, even this moment,
And the mobius is infinite.

Bloodier Days...

Brother,
Brother,
Toil and smother,
With the best intentions for faith,
There they go,
Over yonder,
Running into their graves.