You look like a black rose
in full bloom.
Your pose and the clothes you wear
Make me stare.
Love was a child, so meek and so mild
Love was a child who smiled.
Love was a child who played with a toy train
Love was a child who jumped in puddles in the rain.
A little word called crazy
Which people use when they are being lazy.
The word crazy covers a multi of goods and ills
Mad, bad, sad, cool
The heart is a womb where hope is born
It is conceived in the mind
Believed to be blind
Hope is a quest to be free
Your eyes are dark
They hide your darkness within
Waiting to ousted
Your lips red like a rose
Call yourself alive,
Every moment you are dying in your skin.
You're not eternal
though the fires of hell are infernal
A warrior's poem
My anger bleeds my innocence away
We are all different but the same.
We all like playing this life game.
We all came from our mothers womb
We will all end up in a tomb.
As I look down on the world
I see myself more clearly
Everything I achieved and nearly
Everything I fought for all seems small now