DON'T FORGET TO CRY ( for 9/11)

Don’t Forget To Cry ©
(9/11)

nothing much here going on
nothing ever does
we might’ve been invaded
the whole town is abuzz
i hear them say a madman
flew a plane into the tower
i won’t be going out tonight
i’m watching news by the hour

i hear talk of a holy war
holy nothing, war is hell
just cause they use the lord’s good name
doesn’t make it well
they got blood and we got blood
they got bombs and so do we
we’ll blow the bastards off the map
we said it simultaneously

if you’re flying thru the clouds tonight
wave as you pass by
meet me at Eternal Light
don’t forget to cry

PRICE OF HOPE

always as bleak as bad as things may appear....there is always hope...and when it seems there is no more hope....there is MORE HOPE...

PRICE OF HOPE©.....by RAK

there’s an open wound tonight
the parasites shall find it
there’s a crowd out on the street
yet no one seems to mind it

and a lesson to be learned
the price one pays to get it
and the heart that’s gotta yearn
for a lost love if you let it.

there’s eyes no one will meet
and there’s heads that keep on turning
and it’s crowded in the streets
and the fires are still burning

and there’s people who don’t care
and those who just won’t show it
and there’s some who simply stare
you don’t want them to, they know it

and they’ll call your name and swear
tell ya lies and sell their mother
and they’d stab you in the back
but to your face it’s always brother

there’s a ship that sailed tonight
with hope packed in the cargo
and sank far out to sea
but a new one leaves tomorrow.

FRAGILE

its amazing, how in time, the fragility of everything........
and we can share this vision, of how indeed, how fragile we all become

FRAGILE ©....by RAK

should i stand ever blindly
among yon tower weeds
growing ever more crafty
as evening creeps upon us
such dexterity they present
moving in and out
of shadows silencing decrees

the old mansion
now abandoned
shaking and quivering
in seediness
and staring into the face
starkly aware
in the event
of its own haunting

thrust upon thrust
do i wander
the well rooted oak
now madly out of control
arm-like branches
playing havoc
on the old
mansions shattered windows
and paint peeled sides

what sagas lie within
covered in dusty dispair
encased
in ancient cobwebs majesty

however fragile
we become

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BACK TO THE DARK

this is a poem, very near and dear to me.......says alot about the world, what is, and what is to be

BACK TO THE DARK ©....by RAK

there’s a gift for each, for each their own
it cant be borrowed but, it’s only a loan
it yours to keep, til you return to sleep
and you go back to the dark

there's a secret somewhere that no one can find
sorta like that voice that dwells in your mind
tho you never hear it, you’re incline to fear it
as you go back to the dark

this congregation is being dismissed
all the names on some kind of list
and Venus hovers close, just like the moon
all the ancient gods have gone to their graves
long before good Christians declared, “Jesus saves.”
and no one knows if God will return, or how soon



there’s a rumour bout truth that’s been obscured
I'd like to share it but, i haven't heard
tho I listen closely, mostly its just
go back to the dark

there's a dream I’m having ‘bout a place I cant see
one day I’ll go there, one day I’ll be free
for now I’ll settle, like rust on metal, till I
go back to the dark

all the people pounding their heart to the ground
total silence is the eeriest sound
and the sun just guides from the east
to the west
tomorrow’s coming , like the day before
as intense as ever, it can’t be ignored,
till that final day, of eternal rest



there’s the time of man, as there was of the beast
and the dinosaur, long time deceased
as they keep on trying to
stop us from dieing, still we
go back to the dark

there is love so pure, hate must be learned
in this mighty universe, everything turns,
and goes right back, from the white to black
as we go back to the dark

people, it’s a timely demise
there is no avoidance
there is no devise
we're just moving where the heavens stars do embark
will the day of judgment
be reality?,
as the combination of
sky and sea
only serves to lead us
back to the dark

ONE OF THOSE

One of Those ©....by RAK

if equinox delirium is moving in to stay
if all the good king's horses
are striking for more hay
if the earth should settle
into a final pose
give me time to draw my lines
and I'll take one of those

for every two-bit hustler
is a man of wealth and worth
and for every hard luck story,
there is one of myth and mirth
ut as my days grow shorter
there is no scent of the rose
it only there were dreams to spare
i'd take one of those

talents's a judicious thing
it over steps it's bounds
as quickly as it's recognized
it's fired in rapid rounds
all that's left is skeleton
ten fingers and ten toes
as for moonlit melodies
give me one of those

a man insists on harmony
a man thrives on turmoil
soon the two are blended
absorbed into the soil
a man can see the future,
as far as tales he throws
what's happened to each second man?
i'll take one of those

there's something i've forgotten,
it's rotting in my brain
it disappears into the night
like a speeding train
with an all consuming appetite
I oversee the rows
of people lost and longing
and find i'm one of those

no drowning in self - pity
no torturous reserve
for anything you do in life
you get what you deserve
you've complicated matters
like weeds it grows and grows
and humans are mere numbers
and i am one of those