EPITAPH:

My wounds are deep
Lay down your gun
My spirit is weak
Tell them you've won

My eyes see nothing
As you unleash your wrath
My skin is burnt
My insides slowly rot

Take what is mine
You need it more than me
I stole it too
And left someone in misery

Clean up a bit
They'll be soon on your chase
The stink of my corpse
Won't get you any praise

But before you leave
Help me to my desk
Let me write my epitaph
I don't want a "In peace you rest"

REPLY:

You're a crazy woman
Don't you see you've been shot
Of course I'll take whats yours
Why else would I have fought

Don't bother writing an epitaph
I have something better in mind
I'll carve it on your back
You've got a nice behind

Now don't act motherly
I know when to clean up
You best be thinking pleasant thoughts
You're gonna die, tough luck!

Well I'll be on my way now
But before that let me tell
What your epitaph says
It reads "I belong in hell"

Reflections

I sometimes wonder
and I sometimes reflect
Things once obscure
don't seem that way anymore
I am now more patient
I know I'm at peace
So why do those thoughts
Come back to haunt me?
I didn't mean to kill her
I didn't think I really could
But the moment she screamed
I knew I would
I didn't mean to kill him
But he screamed too
Couldn't stand the sight of blood
Will you blame me for that too?
Blood is natural
Pain is pure
That's all I ever wanted to prove
That's all I wanted to show
If they had been patient
If they could bear a little more
They would have joined me
And we'd be happy forever more
But they were children
So I guess I can't complain
I tried it on their mother
I was sure she'd understand
I thought she would care
She called the men in the white coats
And they took me away again
Why couldn't they appreciate
The beautiful colour that flows in our veins
Why is it everytime I discover beauty
They lock me up again

7

She turned seven in the month of june
counting wild geese, singing a happy tune

she turned seven on a beautiful starry night
celebrating with her family by the pale moon light

she turned seven as she counted her presents
family,friends and gifts...she was in her heaven

she turned seven as she played with her friends
squealing in delight , wishing the night wouldn't end

she turned seven when her brother took her aside
and whispered "i have a special gift, come inside"

she turned seven as she wished for a new dress
she was sure she'd get one with ribbons, no less

she turned seven the day her brother made her do
the things she hadn't forgotten even now that she was 32

she turned seven the day she was abused
her innocence snatched away, her identity bemused

Quest

Hysterical laughter
and lonely tears
Fast autocars
with careful manoevers
Noisy silence
and silent sounds
Unending apprehensions
how they abound!

loved and lost
and loved again
lost senses
and unruly games
Fire in the soul
but spirits so damp
Darkness by the day
Life's a night camp!

Thunder in the ground
Lakes in the sky
Looking for reasons
Reasons to fight
Voices they are
the call of the Wild
the Quest continues
i am ,but a child....