Poetry
The Real Future

The rain has stopped the bell shall toll no more
the veils of darkness that shrouded thee shalt shroud eover thee no more.

The girl that waited by the pool smiles no longer at herself yet smiles at the unseen veils of darkness that aproach the graveyard of the old grey church.

Listening on beyond your life she hears the screams of pain from lucifers den of fire
Looking onwards beyond the flames she sees the shrivled form of man to be.
Tribute
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To describe this man one of the greatest of rock n roll
he was a singer and a lyracist and alwyas played his role
he had short dark hair and a moustache as well
an actors stance anda voice that would sell

From bohemiem rhapsody to the show must go on
hit after hit, song after song
so rest in peace freddie mercury your voise was our gift
you were loved by your fans and us you still live.
Lyrcal love

Woman it's been a hard days night but I'm  a guitar man and I feel alright
Like a bat out of hell I'll stand by you
do you wanna dance baby blue

While my guitar gently weeps listen as black elk speaks
who needs information me or him, out of the shadows we we#'re living in sin

Now everybody knows you taught me how to cry
taking the easy way out I was learning to fly
destinys child reaching for someone caught from the air under the sun

we're starting over again two hearts burning
falling in love in the air tonight as the tide is turning
together forever our love is here to stay
an innocent man an angel like you no turning back to yesterday.






Native pain?

See the red man face his fears
see the white man shed no tears
see their freedom ripped from their hands
see them fall like grains of sand

See their dreams shattered and broken
see their land taken and stolen
see them hide their children and wives
see the white man taking thier lives.
The Artist

Standing in the shadows backagainst the wall, arm poised ready to strike he hears the silence call
A single beam illuminates the fgure his weapon hung ready for use
He releases his poise, takes to arms breaking the weapon loose

An errie sound echoes in the dark hovering for a moment in the air, replaced by a note pure and sweet he cradles his weapon with care

his hands move slowly caressing, his fingers are quick and light
music evolving from his hands, from the weapon deep in the night

The light disapears replaced by a roar as the crowd show their grattitude
the figure bows his head down low and the weapon screams out the blues.
Until

The most beautiful sight I have ever seen, until I looked in your eyes
was the rising sun over the hills of greenand when the new born babe cried

I could see no beauty in a wilted flower until I looked in your eyes
I could make a minute feel like an hour and follow where the eagle flies

Now I see only beauty and I see only you ever since I looked in your eyes
sometimes the time goes by too soon then we have to say our goodbyes.
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