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- “The Hill”
- People may try to glorify war,
- But it is death, and nothing more.
- The screams, the gore, the gnarled limbs,
- The loss of life, hell chiming in.
- When the mines cough, legs fly off,
- The screams of war, the blood our chore.
- The blood that was spilled to take that hill,
- The people that we shot and killed.
- All for a hill, with no life of its own.
- “Hijo de la Luna”
- The moon was big and bright that day,
- The boy watched her from far away.
- He made a promise to himself,
- To love the moon,
- His heart did swell.
- As he grew into a man,
- He realized he would need a plan,
- And so love indeed beat out fear,
- The man whispered into her ear.
- On one night, oh, how it was wild,
- The moon told the man she was with child.
- The man grew joyous, then morose,
- Started crying, uncomposed.
- The moon realized then what was wrong,
- And so too she then cried along.
- For like the moon can’t grip a gun,
- How ever would she hold her son?
- The thunder brays, the lightning cries,
- To honor the day the moon’s heart died.
- “The Love That Cannot Be”
- She walks with a polished beauty,
- Graceful, sweet, with a glowing hue.
- She loves life, and all its joys,
- This I know to be very true.
- She has a golden heart,
- Cares for her people, of which I was one,
- Acceptance lies there, too,
- One day she'll find her place in the sun.
- And though positivity remains,
- A growing darkness, only I can explain.
- For I love her, and she loves me,
- But ours is a love that cannot be.
- “Home”
- Maybe you will break my heart, and maybe you won’t.
- Incandescent, effulgent, you are uncertain, evanescent and fleeting.
- One thing is for sure.
- Your heart is kind,
- Beautiful, like a cherry blossom,
- Open it up, and you will be mine.
- Sitting by the fire together,
- Sipping wine, becoming cozy,
- You make me feel the way I do
- When reading a superb novel,
- My heart, cleansing itself.
- I hold you in my arms,
- Kissing your lips
- Your neck,
- Your soul.
- We are naive,
- As only those in love can be,
- And I cherish every moment.
- But,
- I haven’t met you yet.
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