whoever said the grass
is greener on the other side
obviously never looked over
their fence to my side
dead and dying
the trees the grass the sod
and the wind still blows
this and that
the sands of a lifetime
are blown
like the earth in a hurricane
and yet still the wind still blows
it breaths life
only to take it
sucks hope from the breast
of a proud mother earth
only to see the children
raped by the wind of lies
sometimes i stop and wonder
why must one endure
then i see the stares of two lovers
and the wind blows
a whisper in my ear
you will never have it
and just as fast as it came
it leaves once again
the tease of bastards.