What’s the point
In living when you are only going to die
What is the point in love if it makes you cry
What is the point in saying hello
If we have to say goodbye
I don’t know anything
Even less when I take my time
I wish I could be more for you
Or come up with the perfect rhyme
That’s just the way it goes
This circle of life
And although it makes no sense
I just wanted to be the perfect wife.
Battles waged
Battles waged in clouds of smoke
Pouring from the mouth of dragon lords
Casualties mounted on iron horses
Race to death in deafening sound
Writers clutching blood stained rags
Placing markers when the battle lags
flicking images placed in cast
Who knows nor remembers the wars of past
The desolate landscape painted black
And smeared with mud from a soldiers tomb
The flames devour the common ground
At point blank range
They pulled their trigger on the hands of doom
Machines break the earth pushing it aside
From out of the cracks pour pestilence of genocide
Faces stained by blood they spill
A costly price for just one hill
No one knows the reasons why
Only hope that they don’t die
The night sees little rest
The enemy can see their unwelcome guest
As tables turn return the worst
Iron caskets burning with thirst
Swallow earth and man
like grains of sand
For all to see in no mans land
Some day
Some days you never want to see
Some anniversaries you never want to celebrate
Some places you never want to visit
Some times it’s just that way
Unavoidable call it what you will
It just happens to be me today 4/8/19
It came over me in a wave
I could not hold back a tear
To bear the weight of these memories
From each passing year
My heart feels heavy
my body is tingling from my head to my toes
I don’t know the future
no one really knows
I just want to say I love you,, again
But that’s how it goes
Through my eyes you see
through my ears you hear
through my mouth you speak
through my hands you create
For only through you are all things made possible
For without you nothing exists
Don’t confuse being sensitive for being weak
You may find out how wrong you are.
Sincerely
your humble servant
Only cold can afford bitter
Images raced through my mind of a person lost in a snow storm ,on foot and wondering how she got there. Only to see a distant light flicking and setting off to find it. After a while she began to think that it was an mirage. Tired and cold falling to the ground she drifted off to sleep. Suddenly she heard her mother yelling at her to get up. So disconcerning that it startled her awake. She was nearly buried in snow, sat up and heard the howling of dogs. Wolves she thought oh no! The light was much closer now and so was the sound. Suddenly she was lifted out of the snow ,she heard a man yell “I found her. “ His face was bright and warm. My god! it must be God.
A story of redemption after a long battle.
And it is good.
the end.
A Dedication to all and
In loving memory of my dearest Richard ,my love, my all
I will love you with my all my heart forever and ever
Till that day I hold you again in my arms. Godspeed
That is the conclusion of Entrails to Prophecies
Thank you for taking the time to read this as well all the wonderful comments.
all the best and my love
jen
