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Where once was blood a flower grows,
not just any, but a rose.
So delicate but filled with thorns
a tribute to the bodies torn.
Upon this spot the soil knows
of beings lost to senseless wars.
Angry people caring not
of lives destroyed and carnage wrought.
Summer days turned darkest skies
by mournful wails and babies cries.
Fought in vain for senseless gain
of oil, power, foolish schemes.
Butchered as the lambs in spring
gone forever hopes and dreams.
Fallen hard upon this place
the mindless chasm filled with waste,
left to bleach in searing sun
the bones of those claimed by no one.
The flesh returns into the dust
which with the rain becomes the crust.
Broken into tiny bits
a seed of hope to fall on it.
The song of peace shall fill the land
spread forth by Gods almighty hand,
and gently placed upon the ground
with angels singing all around.
The seed is placed,
for heaven knows,
upon this spot,
will grow
a rose.
not just any, but a rose.
So delicate but filled with thorns
a tribute to the bodies torn.
Upon this spot the soil knows
of beings lost to senseless wars.
Angry people caring not
of lives destroyed and carnage wrought.
Summer days turned darkest skies
by mournful wails and babies cries.
Fought in vain for senseless gain
of oil, power, foolish schemes.
Butchered as the lambs in spring
gone forever hopes and dreams.
Fallen hard upon this place
the mindless chasm filled with waste,
left to bleach in searing sun
the bones of those claimed by no one.
The flesh returns into the dust
which with the rain becomes the crust.
Broken into tiny bits
a seed of hope to fall on it.
The song of peace shall fill the land
spread forth by Gods almighty hand,
and gently placed upon the ground
with angels singing all around.
The seed is placed,
for heaven knows,
upon this spot,
will grow
a rose.
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You're Free
You're Free
Feeling the torment inside of you
The way you were being torn in two
Knowing the dreams and path
You would choose
I made the decision for you,
Entering your heart I got to see
Two different stairways and where
They would lead,
One of light, joy and peace
One of darkness, rage and pain,
That needed to be released,
Closing my eyes and raising my hand
Feeling your emotions that was echoing
within
The silent tears that you would cry
Ran down my face as if they were mine,
These words I whispered softly and firm
Filled with love, caring and all that I am,
"I weave a web of a golden gate
Separating the two and f
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Heart
A beating heart is
A hand-crafted masterpiece;
Try not to break it...
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Cheese
After all that cheese, there was nothing to be done but walk backwards the two miles to my green hotel room, shouting "Queso! Queso!" A lumberjack lumbered after me, he'd been to the event and had as much as I had, but he refused to walk backwards, only to speak backwards. "Oseuq! Oseuq!"
Do you remember that night we drank the whole five hundred TV stations and fast-forwarded into the twenty-second century, naked and screeching like crows? I don't either, but it was an unforgettable night. The pizza is incredible in the future.
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What an enthralling piece of a great beauty growing from pain.