Some cry as we pass our brothers that didn't make it
Others feel hatred for the transgressions and the enemy leaving the vestige of what they did

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, now its time we go 

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, will I make it home 

We hear a crash as our Sargent coercions us tis the wind and nothing more 

Our man Perched and sat, and nothing more as he was adroit with his rifle

I reach down to pick up my cantine the cold tactile touch sends chills down my spine but it reverberates when I drop it.

We march down to the valley we sing our songs

We hear shots ring out and we take  for cover

We all realize its time to say goodbye

My friend has died 

I want to go home 

We probably wont make it back

I'm sorry dad

Its time to say goodbye

 But I shall not perish through thick or thin, even if all of these times are hard, I must keep fighting, I must continue my legacy and survive to embrace my destiny even if all these trials are trying to Hinder me, I will receive a Homage for all my pain, even if it leaves,me Wistful



These times are hard, I've been chewed up and spit out
I'm what you call rage, caught up between solitude and a grey tombstone
Sorrow thrilled me and filled me with dread
Deep in my soul there's darkness and nothing more

I'm a man near death, who sees the dying light
Over many a quaint, only this and nothing more
Long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting
Dreaming dreams no mortal has dared to dream more

But the stillness gave no token
Deep in the darkness, the stillness drew stronger
This I whispered and nothing more
Rage, rage against the dying night

Curse the darkness with blinding light 

Darkness should burn and rave at close of day
Do not go gentle against the raging dark
The darkness though clear shall rave
With blinding light high from it's throne in heaven

The end is closer than we can all imagine, so we should embrace and enjoy our lives, forgot following our destiny, instead make it, don't embrace become and even if doing this kills me I will be Incarnate.




I am fooling like a nincompoop

When dusk is fallen

Singing ghost songs

I was abject when I spotted the hills

When no one else cared I was aghast

Proving nature's law is wrong

Without having feet 

Breathe fresh air, and berate

I am lithe and amenable,

Whatever I shall become,

My own flesh ashen, my own feelings angst

Mine alone

His face, ebony

The faces of the sufferers are in woe

Through their bodies

Held between wars

The world would split open

Homage

Hinder
Incarcerate

Wistful

in Flanders fields Jhon McCrane 

Some cry as we pass our brothers that didn't make it 

Others feel hatred for the transgressions and the enemy leaving the vestige of what they did

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, now its time we go 

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, will I make it home 

We hear a crash as our Sargent coercions us tis the wind and nothing more 

Our man Perched and sat, and nothing more as he was adroit with his rifle

I reach down to pick up my cantine the cold tactile touch sends chills down my spine but it reverberates when I drop it.

 we march down to the valley we sing our songs

We hear shots ring out and we take  for cover

We all realize its time to say goodbye

My friend has died 

I want to go home 

We probably wont make it back

Im sorry dad

Its time to say goodbye

Darkness should burn and rave at close of day
Do not go gentle against the raging dark
The darkness though clear shall rave
With blinding light high from it's throne in heaven

Poems used
Do not go gentle into that good night, Dylan Tomas
Lose yourself, Eminem
Spirits of the dead, Edgar Allen Poe
The raven, Edgar Allen Poe

When dusk is fallen

Singing ghost songs

I was abject when I spotted the hills

When no one else cared I was aghast

Proving nature's law is wrong

Without having feet 

Breathe fresh air, and berate

I am lithe and amenable,

Whatever I shall become,

My own flesh ashen, my own feelings angst

Mine alone

His face, ebony

The faces of the sufferers are in woe

Through their bodies

Held between wars

The world would split open 

Theme in Yellow -- Carl Sandburg
Thumbprint -- Eve Merriam
Käthe Kollwitz -- MURIEL RUKEYSER (NEW)
The Rose That Grew From Concrete -- Tupac Shakur

Cloud demolition -- Willa Carrol
Do not go gentle into that goodnight -- Dylan Thomas
In Flanders fields -- John Mccrae
Käthe Kollwitz -- Muriel Rukeyser
Lose Yourself -- Eminem
Spirits of the dead -- Edgar Allen Poe
The Raven -- Edgar Allen Poe
The Rose That Grew From Concrete -- Tupac Shakur
Theme in Yellow -- Carl Sandburg
Thumbprint -- Eve Merriam
To This Day -- Shane Koyczan