It can win you love
It can stop the war
It can bring you that toy
Or just help you bear it all
It can ruin your friendship
But may just make your marriage
You’d love to sleep with it every night
And let it reside in your heart
It visits at funerals
Or just watches the mother and her child
But it can be scary sometimes
Only thunder can be its rival
And for those million moments it fills
It gives them the gift of eternity
That’s the magic of silence
Wearing a new ensemble
And walking down the ramps of life
Never shocking, never revolting
But has a sweet twang of its own
And yes, watch out for it,
You may not hear it tip toe into your life!
Sep 16, 2007
Sep 5, 2007
The show must go on
Life stopped
And an innocent child’s soul
Was penetrated in a car
They broke and killed
And blood splattered on temple walls
Or was it a mosque
With the stroke of a gavel
It was all done,
They were to die an unnatural death
Worse than those hostages
Or the others from unimportant yesterday
Piece of glass are still reminders
Of how your arrogance ran us over
But our soul still lurks here somewhere
In your trains and your hearts
But the blackened face
Once asked me to see
And see beyond the black disgrace
That the truth as caught on a tape
May be another thing
But for you and me
The slaves of truth,
The complexity of the layers
Are just an encumbrance
A snapshot talks in words of its own
A sequence narrates an essay
A ‘vo’ and a bite
Bring to you the death and gore,
And the madness goes on,
And on and on
Life stopped
And an innocent child’s soul
Was penetrated in a car
They broke and killed
And blood splattered on temple walls
Or was it a mosque
With the stroke of a gavel
It was all done,
They were to die an unnatural death
Worse than those hostages
Or the others from unimportant yesterday
Piece of glass are still reminders
Of how your arrogance ran us over
But our soul still lurks here somewhere
In your trains and your hearts
But the blackened face
Once asked me to see
And see beyond the black disgrace
That the truth as caught on a tape
May be another thing
But for you and me
The slaves of truth,
The complexity of the layers
Are just an encumbrance
A snapshot talks in words of its own
A sequence narrates an essay
A ‘vo’ and a bite
Bring to you the death and gore,
And the madness goes on,
And on and on
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