passaleth: Untitled : "Carried away, caught by the storm Blown about For far too long Ink fills the evening The night time is drawn Sleep will come easily After t..."

Carried away, caught by the storm Blown about For far too long Ink fills the evening The night time is drawn Sleep will come easily After the yawn Broken by the fierceness Of typhonic destruction Out of the vortex Taken by suction Free from your torment Now programmed to function The sun fills your future The winds have now gone Ink fills the evening The night time is drawn Sleep will come easily After you've yawned Peace as you slumber Inside of your bed The traumatic disfigurement Has been offered as a friend With the chance to recuperate You'll rise again Ink fills the evening The night time has come Sleep offers solace At least unto some

The rain washed streets of my home town Used to frequently get me down The sun in summer behind dark clouds My mood would dip My face a frown Now memories of a distant past Of Paisley as the waters lashed Behind a window Rivulets pouring Or upon a couch TV Brainwashed, ultimately boring Now in truth I must admit That I simply could not Handle it I'd find my jacket and put on some shoes Splash the puddles soak my blues Evenings walking in the rain Then home again alone in vain No freedom from my lonely endeavour To meet someone A maiden fair I sit here now in the south Machars Typing out the thoughts I had Loved by many or at least a few When the clouds burst forth I'm glad I'm with you In the company of spouse and weans I hope the weather turns bad again Life is easy in the sun The heat of the star caresses and burns The light of days long and lasting Memories made, slowly passing My kids grow up As we keep looking I hope when older they will see That loneliness is a short

passaleth: Strange : "Its strange you know this life worth living Sometimes taking The best of you giving I feel on occasion I can give no more Up and down on co..."

Its strange you know this life worth living Sometimes taking The best of you giving I feel on occasion I can give no more Up and down on coaster rolling But to take to much can be eternally troubling I find myself in floods of tears Swimming amid My hidden fears Those who give Are well intentioned If you always take You won't be mentioned When histories are told by learned scholars Philanthropies are more than cherished The misers come in books by Dickens But that which is offered is freely gathered When in exhaustion you are lying And the death like shadows are forthcoming Remember friend that your life was for living It was about taking and about giving A two way street towards an end A balanced scale of human feeling

passaleth: I'm sick of it : "Let the battles of men Be vanquished and settled Warmongers relenquish your murderous fettle Let every mother Clutch her son to her bosom D..."

Let the battles of men Be vanquished and settled Warmongers relenquish your murderous fettle Let every mother Clutch her son to her bosom Disband all of the armies That lead them to harm OH for a world at peace with itself Out on the battlefields silence will fall No need for our children To rise up to the call Our brothers and neighbours Conversant and friendly Political Musclemen With biceps unflexed We can love all of our enemies If no enemies exist The extinction of vocabularies Fighting desists What price would we pay Apart from false pride Why would we have need To scurry and hide When the sirens are wailing with death by our side Peace is apparently out of our reach But its nice to imagine that One day it will come Staying with us always As will our sons