Once More From The Deep, Written 2/3/15

Once More From The Deep, Written 2/3/15

Commander, we are losing men upon the Western front.
The savages are ravaging the walls that we built up.
We are in need of orders, sir, and lately, to be blunt,
The soldiers haven't heard a word, and some want to give up.

They've broken through! The wall is breached; we need directions now!
What are your orders sir? We're falling into chaos here.
There may yet be a chance to win, if you just tell us how,
But those who have not fallen now are succumbing to fear.

We do not beg you for your sword, only your words and plans,
Assemble reinforcements and charge once more from the deep.
You only need to hold the flag, so stay your blade in hand,
For blood is meant for us to spill, and yours is yours to keep.

Back to Start, Written 2/1/15

Back to Start

Now I can barely see through all my tears

As you prepare the final words I'll hear
come splashing, Crashing down like all my fears

Now the end I chose not to see comes near.

Now we know that what goes up must come down

and gravity's effect is no surprise.

But I wonder through my disfigured frown

from where did these tears come to wet my eyes?

The mind knows not why feelings thus are born,

and cannot make them come or go, it seems.

Perhaps the heart is source of love and fear

Pumping the life blood of you in my dreams

And blood, Pumped up or down, goes back to start

Back, like you, where it belongs, in my heart.